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288 pages, Paperback
Published November 14, 2023
Joanna groaned as she brushed down her satin dress. “For God’s sake, it’s just an old private estate that was available quickly enough for them.”
“You’re telling me you’d risk a wedding this haunted?”
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Eventually, Mick spoke up again with what sounded like deep regret. “This is a plantation, isn’t it.”
“Yup.”
“They called it a family estate on the invite.”
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“Absolutely a plantation, you were right.”
“Thank you.”
“Bride was hot, though.”
“All right.” The voice was low and a little shaky but frighteningly certain. “Stop driving and switch seats. I’ve got a gun, and there is no way I’m driving around in the back seat of my own fucking van.”
“You know, I doubt the cops would see it that way.”
“What, about it being a van?”
“No,” Lucy said, crossing her arms childishly. “About me being the car thief. Van thief. I bought this from your husband. The dipshit even wrote me a receipt. I’m sure that’d be good enough for any Florida police cruiser driving by.”
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“Are we really calling being held at gunpoint an inconvenience?”
“Haven’t shot you yet, have I?” There was a squirming look in Emma’s eye. Guilt, maybe, but also like she felt bad for finding some of this funny.
“They’d just finished their fourth cassette tape, another made up primarily of pre-9/11 country songs, when she spoke up for the first time.”
“Hmm. Good point.” Reluctantly, Lucy started hunting for her shorts. “Or we could go have another visit to a plantation house.”
Emma’s eyes flashed in warning, but this felt like one Lucy didn’t want to leave alone.
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“Actually,” Lucy felt compelled to continue, “she’s my brother’s wife.”
“You dumb fuck,” Annie breathed, shaking her head at Lucy fondly.
“You remember that wedding you refused to be my date for?”
“The plantation wedding?”
Emma groaned as Annie continued shaking her head.
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Annie leaned back in her chair and finally acknowledged Lucy’s arrival by blinking sweetly.
“This one here didn’t let me know it was a family thing until the day of. Or the plantation of it all. Coffee’s in the pot, Lu.”
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“It…it was a plantation, wasn’t it?”
“No doubt.”
“Babe, that place was so fucking cursed.”