Free There's Something About Marty (A Working Stiffs Mystery Book 3) by Wendy Delaney

meet Patsy Faraday.”
    Pursing her mouth, Patsy looked down her nose at me. “We’ve met.”

Chapter Seven
    “Mine’s the silver one over there,” I said, pointing to my car parked across from the green dumpster next to Eddie’s kitchen door.
    “You own that Jag?” Kyle chuckled as he pulled into the adjacent parking spot. “Small world.”
    More like bizarro world on this freaky Friday. “Yep, very.”
    He turned off the ignition. “I guess you and I have even more in common than I thought.”
    Aside from our mutual love of manicotti, a caffeine addiction, and the same shaped car key, I couldn’t think of a thing. I also couldn’t think of a way to tell him that without sounding ungrateful for the nice dinner he had bought me, so I decided to gloss over pesky details and go straight to the gratitude portion of our evening.
    “It was a lovely dinner. I’m sorry your date had to cancel, but—”
    “Don’t be. I’m not,” he said, his gaze dropping to my mouth.
    Uh-oh.
    He smiled, leaning closer, testing the waters.
    I needed to say something, do something to let him know that another ship was already sailing my waters.
    “I…” My clutch bag vibrated on my lap. “Sorry, I think I have a call.” Pulling out my phone I saw that I had another text from Donna, wanting a progress report on my evening with Dr. Yummy. “Nope, another text. My grandmother’s asking when I’ll be home, so I should probably get going.”
    An insincere smile flashed across his lips. “Of course.”
    He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car while the one of us who had needed the dateus interruptus fumbled with her seatbelt.
    “Come on!” I muttered under my breath a second before my door opened.
    “That belt mechanism can be a little tricky, so allow me.” Kyle reached over me, brushing my left breast as his fingers found purchase.
    He smelled great, a heady mixture of sandalwood, deodorant soap, and red-blooded American male.
    He probably kissed great, too.
    What the hell are you thinking? This isn’t anything you want to know about. He’s Chris 2.0.
    “You’d better hold onto me when you get out,” he said, extending his hand. “There’s a pretty big pothole on this side.”
    I took his hand, expecting him to let go after we circumvented the pothole but that didn’t happen.
    I pointed at the kitchen door that one of the pizza cooks kept unlocked for smoke breaks. “I need to go in and see Roxanne for a minute, so thank you again for—”
    “I’ll walk you.”
    “I’m fine, really.”
    “As long as you’re in those heels tell that story walking.”
    I couldn’t help but laugh because that sounded like something Steve would say to me. I also couldn’t help but like this doctor, even if he was Chris 2.0.
    We stepped onto the concrete slab that formed the step to the kitchen door and I turned to him. “Good night, kind sir, and thank you for seeing me safely to my door.”
    “Good night, Charmaine.” Without hesitation he pressed his lips to mine just as the door swung open and the knob hit me in the butt.
    Standing in the doorway holding a plastic trash bag, Rox’s eyes widened. “Sorry!” She grimaced at me. “ Really sorry to interrupt you.”
    Taking a step back, Kyle held the door open for her. “No worries, I was just leaving.” He fixed his gaze on me. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
    “’Night,” I said to his back as he walked toward his car.
    Rox tossed the trash bag into the dumpster. “What are you doing out here anyway? I thought you two would be out making an evening of it.”
    “I came back…” To talk to you. To order a pizza for Steve. To clear the air so that I could breathe easier every time she saw me with Steve. Instead, I felt like I had just farted into the wind. “…to get my car and I wanted to see you before I left.”
    She grinned. “To tell me about the great time you had, right?”
    “It was more like an okay time.”
    “Very okay based on