Look Alive Twenty-Five (Stephanie Plum 25)

“It’s better this time. It’s not one of them Internet honey things. This is a honey from the neighborhood. We’ve been seeing each other at the Wednesday night viewings at the funeral home. I think this is the one. He’s older than me, but he’s a real looker. He’s got a good job too. That’s why we’re going on a sexcation. He just finished a project and came into some money, so we’re heading off to Atlantis.”

“Do I know him?”

“Yep, just about everyone in the Burg knows him,” Grandma said. “He’s related to Connie, and he’s a big deal in the Knights of Columbus. He wears one of them sashes to funerals and everything. It’s Jimmy Rosolli.”

“Don’t go anywhere. I’m coming over. We have to talk.”

“Well, that’s the thing,” Grandma said. “I’m on the plane with my honey, and we’re about to take off, so I have to shut my phone down. I just wanted to make sure your mother wouldn’t worry when I didn’t come home, so I thought you could make up a good fib.”

“No! I’m not fibbing for you, and you don’t want to go to Atlantis with Jimmy Rosolli! Get off the plane NOW!”