The Misadventures Of The Laundry Hag: All Washed Up: (Book 3 In The Misadventures Of The Laundry Hag Series) - Plot & Excerpts
I said and plucked a stray piece of grass off Neil’s bare chest, then handed over the glass of ice tea I’d brought him. “All part of my master plan.” He wiped an arm across his sweaty forehead and took the glass with a grateful smile, which was just so Neil. Appreciative, regardless of how small the gesture. “What have you been up to?” I studied him from beneath my lashes, in search of the awe or wonder Sylvia had mentioned, but saw only mild curiosity. My hand shook a little and I clenched my fist so it wouldn’t show. I strove to keep my tone light, “Besides ogling the help, you mean? Why, exploring the great wide world of inspecting toilets. The pipe in the wall behind the master bath sounds as though someone flushed a wrench whenever the upstairs bowl sees any action.” “Fascinating.” He drained the glass and handed it back to me and turned back to his raking. “Any sign of the ghost?” “No, and personally, I hope it stays that way, considering she predicts death.
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