![]() ![]() Maddie cleared her throat, covered the opening of her blouse and pointed toward the windshield. “Not from around here, huh?” The cabbie’s grin reflected from the rearview mirror, his eyes darting about eight inches lower than they should’ve been stationed. She pinched and tugged at the placket of her blouse, allowing the sad excuse for the cab’s air conditioning to reach the inner depths of her sweat-soaked bra. “How do people handle this?” she asked the cabbie, sliding into the seat. She waved her arm in the air, summoning an old-fashioned checkered cab, which squealed to a stop at her feet. She hated cities, and Miami wasn't tops on her list. ![]() Cabs whooshed by, blowing steamy exhaust-laden air over her face. Her meeting had wrapped up sooner than expected and she’d hoped to grab an earlier flight back to Portland. Moist air hit Madison Jacobs like a hot blanket as she attempted to hail a cab outside the Miami office building. I'm honored to be part of such a talented and supportive group of writers. To the wonderful women at Evernight Publishing. ![]() Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. ![]()
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