英文名著--The Grand Finale - Janet Evanovich.pdf

THE GRAND FINALE JANET EVANOVICH Yuck, Jake said, looking at the squashed p izza. Berry was intrigued by his mouth. It was probably the greatest mouth shed ever seen. Are you going to kiss me? he asked suddenly. Certainly not! she said. You were staring at my mouth. Its a terri ic mouth. He chuckled so tly, considering her tangled blonde curls and corn lower blue eyes. I suppose youre the owner o that jeep— As he spoke, the aged jeep began rolling slowly backward down the hill. Berry started sprinting a ter it and had nearly caught it when she was tackled rom behind and thrown to the ground. Get o me, she yelled. You must weigh two hundred pounds. One-seventy-eight, and its all muscle. She already knew that. They were lying zipper to zipper, knee to knee, his chest skimming hers, his delicious mouth hovering inches above her own. Berry elt her body tingling, growing overheated. She was in lust, no doubt about it. You’re staring at my mouth again, he murmured in a voice that reminded her o ine whiskey and satin teddies. She wondered i he could eel her heart pounding through her shirt. She could see it in his eyes. He was going to kiss her. . . . One Berry Knudsen eased her battered army surplus jeep over to the curb, pulled the emergency brake on, and studied the only mailbox in the deserted cul-de-sac. No name. No street number. Terrific. She squinted into the blackness and reread the address taped to the large pizza box on the seat next to her. 5077 Ellenburg Drive . This had to be it. This was Ellenburg Drive , and this was the only house for a quarter of a mile. She thunked her forehead onto the steering wheel and groaned. Last delivery of the night, and it had all the earmarks of a prank. The house was a three-story Victorian perched on a small hillock. A sliver o mo