Footloose. Leanne Banks

couldn’t help feeling a big fat knot of dread in her stomach.

      It was obvious that all the Bellagios knew that Brooke wasn’t just a ticking time bomb. She was a truckful of ticking time bombs, a caravan of trucks of ticking time bombs.

      Maybe this gig down in the Florida Keys hadn’t been such a good idea after all. Amelia entered her bedroom and closed the door behind her. On the dresser, a light flashed from her cell phone. She picked it up and listened to the message.

      “It’s Jack. I’m still here if you want to get together. Give me a call.”

      Her heart jumped at the sound of his voice. Lillian’s description of her echoed in her head. Levelheaded, practical, sensible.

      A woman who fit that description would never return Jack’s call.

      Amelia counted to ten for her sanity check, then dialed his number.