When 30+ divorcee Pennie Black falls in love with the womanizing Chase Spenser, she doesn’t realize he only wants her for her life assurance, and his name on the claim form at the morgue. Meanwhile her ex-husband Steve has disappeared and her flat has been ransacked. What can you do when you fall to your death and find out your best friend is a werewolf? You hire an assassin to get revenge on your lover.
“Sorry.” Pennie pulled her dress over her head, doing her best to straighten it. “I didn’t have time to clean the car before I came out. It’s just pig manure. Nothing to be scared of.”
Winston stuffed his pants into a pocket. “There’s a difference between being scared of it and not wanting to wear it out.”
“Now when I say that blokes get offended.” Pennie almost twisted double to pull on her heels in the back of the car. She wiped one of the steamed-up windows. “Do you think it’s safe to get out? I can’t see anyone.”
“We’ll be going nowhere very quickly if we stay in the back seat,” said Winston. “Better now than in a couple of hours when the morning traffic starts.”
“I suppose so.” Pennie opened the door and stepped outside. She began to shiver almost immediately. It was much warmer inside the car. She scurried to the front and opened the drivers door and slid inside. “Pass me my handbag, would you?” she said to Winston behind her. “I need the keys.”
He passed it forward and pulled on his trousers by lying across the length of the back seat. “All I’m saying,” he said, “is that it’s not polite to be talking about one bloke when you’re still sweaty from another, you know what I mean? I wouldn’t talk about you while I was getting it on with some other bint.”