Eye of the Storm. Hannah Alexander

pink lips. “That guy she couldn’t shut up about the day she flew up here for Lynley’s divorce party?”

      “It wasn’t a party,” Lynley said. “It was commiseration.”

      For Kirstie, it had been a party. “He fits her description, doesn’t he?”

      “He still runs the rescue mission?” Carmen asked.

      “He also matches the hunky photo his sister took for his online profile.”

      Lynley cleared her throat as if to remind them she was still in the room. “Would you please stop talking about hunky men in front of your only child?”