From Wendy Lyn Watson's
Mysteries a la Mode
When I was in high school, I couldn't wait to grow up. I could handle putting on a little weight, live with a little silver in my hair, accept a few lines on my face. It would all be worth it once I got married, settled down, and put boy trouble behind me.
I did get married-right out of high school-and I settled down. Unfortunately, my husband Wayne did not. Fast forward 17 years, and I've got the pounds, the grays, and the wrinkles, but instead of wedded bliss (and tranquility), I'm divorced, unsettled, and have boy trouble out the yin yang.
On the one hand, I've got Finn Harper. Finn and I were high school sweethearts, joined at the hip (and the lips) for junior and senior year. For reasons that don't bear repeating here, we, uh, went our separate ways just before graduation.
Oh, o.k., I admit it: I dumped him.
And I've spent many a long and lonely night wondering if I made a mistake. Did I give my soulmate the old heave-ho? Last year, Finn came back to town and dredged up all sorts of memories and regrets. But we've both changed so much. Is there still enough spark left in those embers to start a fire? I just don't know.
What's more, Finn's still his old bad boy self. I might just be too old for all that raw emotion.
On the other hand, lately I've been looking more closely at an old friend named Cal McCormack. Cal's a detective, and in light of recent events, our paths have crossed a few times. I won't lie: Cal's a good looking man. Tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes the breathtaking blue of a prairie sky. He's also as honest as the day is long and as dependable as a good hound dog.
Just to make my life more difficult? Cal and Finn can't stand each other.
So here I am, old enough to know better, caught between fire and steel. In short, I've got boy trouble in spades.
You can read all about Tally's boy trouble (and a murder or two) in Scoop to Kill, available next Tuesday!