Book Snippets; This one from Weeds Grow (Book 4)

Beth stood in the kitchen silently watching Shelley cook as Ricky teased his seven-year-old sister, Jeffy. Dinner was almost ready by the time Eric came through the door, much in the same way Ricky had, scooping up Jeffy and Shelley in great bear hugs.

He offered Beth a polite hello, much warmer than earlier in the day and Beth was able to catch a glimpse of what had attracted Shelley to him. He had to be around fifty but he didn't look like it. He had broad shoulders and a trim waist and what she thought of as hippie hair, pulled back in a tail. Beth decided the dark eyes, handsome face and warm smile, all had been passed on to his son.

Nevertheless, she watched the men warily. They were strong. Not just physically, but mentally and spiritually. She could sense it. She could almost feel the power that emanated from them. They could make anyone feel utterly protected or very afraid. But she wasn't afraid. She could barely keep herself from glaring at Ricky. He was so very cocky. So self assured. And he and his father had murdered a man and gotten away with it.

Looking at Ricky she realized it would be easy to forget that. He was a gorgeous, hunky male with a totally hot body. She remembered him in earlier movies. He'd had long hair then. His father still did but now Ricky wore his hair short. It was thick and black and a lock of it fell over onto his forehead. It made her sick to think of how the world seemed to revere him. She would not be seduced by his charisma, however. She was here for justice, and justice would be done.

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