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  • Herausgeber: Bentockiz
  • Kategorie: Krimi
  • Sprache: Englisch
  • Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
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I practically roared with laughter. I laughed so hard tears filled my eyes. Once I finally calmed down enough to find some coherency, I took one look at her set face and knew I was in trouble. And I couldn’t remember ever being happier about it. She was definitely detrimental to my work ethic.

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Title Page

Clear and Uninterrupted

Turning Point

Jeremy McHarry

Clear and Uninterrupted / 12th of series: Turning Point / By Jeremy McHarry

Published 2023 by Bentockiz

e-book Imprint: Uniochlors

e-book Registration: Stockholm, Sweden

e-book ISBN: 9789198834284

e-book editing: Athens, Greece

Cover Images created via AI art generators

Table of Contents

Title Page

Introduction

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Introduction

Through books we come into contact with everything important that has happened in the past, analyzing also current events and putting our thoughts together to predict the future. The book is a window to the world, acquiring valuable knowledge and sparking our vivid imagination. It is a means of entertainment and is generally seen as a best friend, or as a slave that carries together all valuable information for us. The book is a friend who stays together without demands, a friend you call upon at every moment and abandon when you want.

It accompanies us in the hours of boredom and loneliness, while at the same time it entertains us. In general, a book does not ask anything from us, while it waits patiently on a dusty shelf to give us its information, to get us out of dead ends and to travel us to magical worlds.

This may be the travel mission of our books. Abstract narration, weird or unconscious thoughts difficult to be understood, but always genuine and full of life experiences, these are stories of life that can’t be overlooked easily.

Chapter One

Although it wasn’t in my nature, I stayed quiet for a while, just watching Mary out of the corner of my eye.

She hadn’t realized she’d picked up a tail the night before, and I could see that it bothered her...a lot. Actually, it bothered me a lot.

One expression after another flitted across her face and it almost looked like a huge fight was brewing inside her. Arguing with herself seemed to be a common thing.

Even though I wanted to know what she was thinking, I figured she’d tell me when she was ready.

Eventually she sighed and said, “No, I didn’t know Fresco followed me home. How did you know?”

“I saw him,” I admitted. “Well, I saw somebody and it worried me so I planned to follow whoever it was following you, but then Mark stopped me and told me it was just Fresco making sure you got home okay.”

“Why would Fresco do that?”

“Apparently, Ashley asked him to because she was worried about your long drive home on the interstate in the dark. Mark said she’d convinced you to come so she felt responsible for you.”

Mary chewed on her bottom lip for a minute before asking, “How well do you know Mark and Ashley?”

“Pretty well,” I shrugged. “Mark, at least. I think I mentioned last night that our families have some connections. He’s a good guy. Why do you ask?”

More chewing...

I had to force myself to watch the road instead of her. My eyes kept zeroing in on her pink full lips and her small white teeth digging into the bottom one.

For some reason, I desperately wanted to dig my teeth into her bottom lip and that shocked the heck out of me. What stunned me even more was the fact that I didn’t want to stop there.

My hands twitched on the wheel as I wondered just what her skin would feel like. Would it be as soft and smooth as it looked? My eyes glazed over as I pictured stroking her cheek and reaching up to loosen her hair from that little girl ponytail...

“Are you good with your hands?”

“What...?” I croaked hoarsely wondering if she’d somehow read my mind.

“Are you handy...like can you do things around the house...?”

“Well, at the risk of sounding immodest,” I said recovering quickly, “I’m darn good with my hands. What kinds of things would you like me to do for you?”

“Obviously not what you have in mind,” she huffed and folded her arms across her chest. “Just forget it.”

“I’m kidding, Mary. Tell me what you need and I’ll do my best to...satisfy you,” I couldn’t resist adding.

Glancing sideways, my grin widened as I noticed the death rays shooting at me from her gorgeous golden-flecked eyes. Her cheeks were all kinds of pink. She was stinkin’ cute when she was angry.

“If you’re not going to take me seriously...” she began.

“Are you sure?” I asked with feigned skepticism.

“Am I sure about what?”

“That you seriously want me to take you.”

I stifled my chuckle at her exasperated gasp.

“Stop right now and let me out,” Mary ordered. “I’ve had enough of...”

“Aw, c’mon Mary,” I cajoled, “If you’re going to ask leading questions and make ambiguous statements then you should at least have the decency to own up to them and maybe even laugh when I call you on them...although I’d probably settle for a smile.”

“My questions are not leading,” she denied hotly, “nor are my statements ambiguous.”

“Of course not,” I nodded agreeably. “I mean, what could possibly be wrong with a woman asking a man if he’s good with his hands.”

“But I meant...”

“Or the same woman asking a man if he can do things around the house...”

“But you...”

“Or my personal favorite, you requesting that I take you...seriously...”

“You’re twisting my words,” she protested.

“Not much twisting involved, sweetheart. Maybe I’ll buy you a dictionary and a thesaurus for your birthday.”

“I have an extensive vocabulary, and I can assure you I’m in no need of either.”

“Hmm...true...maybe we should concentrate more on syntax...”

“I don’t need English lessons from you, you...you...idiot!” Mary practically screamed at me. “I’m good with words...I’m a published author for goodness sakes...”

“You’re a what?”

I jerked the wheel, startled as Mary clamped her hands over her mouth.

“You’re a published author?” I repeated in surprise.

“I...uh...I don’t know why I said that,” Mary stammered.

“Maybe because it’s true; are you famous?”

“I meant to say that I’m self-published.”

“Ah,” I said. “Hoping to hit it big one day?”

“Maybe...”

“Well, I can’t imagine writing any more than I’m required to write,” I admitted, “so I’m impressed. And here we are,” I announced as I turned into the parking lot of the local discount store.