Free In Good Hands: Book 5 Georgie B. Goode Gypsy Caravan Cozy Mystery by Marg McAlister

polka dots, and a cheeky red petticoat that added a splash of color to the hemline. She’d teamed it with a white fitted shirt with a cute poodle stitched on it that reminded her of Trixxi. It was all finished off with a red kerchief around her neck, a wide black belt and practical white saddle shoes with bobby sox. And, of course, the black cats-eye sunglasses.
    She felt like a girl going to the prom.
    Today would make a great segment on the show. Sure, she knew that after cutting it was likely to be no more than a few minutes long in the final show, but it would be full of energy and life and laughter. They’d probably sell a heap more vintage trailers and gypsy caravans once this aired.
    Tucked away behind a couple of trees, where it wouldn’t spoil the effect of the vintage scene, she could see the film crew’s truck. Seth and Dominic were unloading their camera gear, and Jaxx, her bright auburn hair up in a saucy ponytail, was surrounded by a knot of admirers.
    Better than yesterday, thought Georgie, peering through the crowd to see what Jaxx was wearing. It looked like a swing skirt in turquoise and black. She must have taken advice from Ella.
    She parked well back from the vintage trailers and cars. While her truck’s maroon canopy didn’t look out of place next to her gypsy caravan, it didn’t really fit in here.
    Layla had obviously spotted her driving in. She waved from the doorway of her trailer, and made beckoning motions. She looked fabulous, in a pair of white high-waist shorts with three giant navy buttons on each hip pocket, and a navy and white striped sailor top. Her hair, caught back with a white Alice band, curled around her shoulders.
    “Georgie! Is that really you? No gypsy shawl, no crystal ball? You look amazing!”
    “Thanks.” Georgie flushed with pleasure. “So do you, as always.”
    Not far away, Seth was toting his camera and tripod to a position near Jaxx, but Georgie noted with amusement that his eyes were on Layla.
    “Seth’s watching,” she murmured. “Got him hooked, have you?”
    “After last night, he should be,” Layla said, winking. “But wait until you see this. Come in, quick, before Jaxx sees you.”
    Since the crowd around Jaxx was growing by the minute, Georgie doubted that the star of the show would be interested in anything else but signing autographs and posing for selfies, but she obediently ducked into the trailer. Layla swung the door shut behind her.
    “Hiya!” Tammy waved from where she was perched on the bed at the end of the trailer, a devilish grin on her face.
    Georgie stared at her, and broke into helpless laughter. “Omigod. She’s going to kill you.”
    “That’s the plan,” Tammy said complacently. “Well, maybe not actual death , but I hope she’ll be seriously annoyed.”
    “Serve her right.” Layla slid into the bench behind the dining table and picked up the teapot, warmed by a 50s tea-cozy, to pour a cup for Georgie. “If she had shown the slightest bit of concern yesterday, we might have pity, but no. Poor Tams was lying there bleeding —with a sprained ankle —and did she care? No, all she could talk about was how we’d get sued because of our unsafe steps.”
    Georgie put her head on one side and stared at Jaxx’s double. Well, not quite her double: Tammy looked gorgeous instead of tarty. Luxurious red hair fell in gleaming waves around her shoulders, and her eyes, normally a clear blue, were a cat-like green. Her impressively curvy figure was shown to perfection in a pale yellow dress with fitted sleeves, a wide belt and a deep scooped neckline.
    “Well?” Tammy was obviously enjoying the effect. “What do you think?”
    “Did you really dye your hair red?”
    “It washes out in a couple of shampoos.”
    “I’ve seen that dress before. Somewhere…but where?” Georgie gave up. “No, I give up. Tell me.”
    “Think Ann-Margret.”
    Georgie snapped her fingers. “Bye Bye Birdie! Opening credits!”
    “Got it.”