The Recovery Agent (Gabriella Rose, #1)

by Janet Evanovich

“I don’t need counseling. And I don’t want to have a relationship.” “Apple Dumpling, there’s all kinds of relationships. We’re in business together. We have joint ownership of a spooky ring. Not to mention a whole pirate chest full of assorted junk.”

She made her way to the kitchen and found Rafer holding a mug of coffee. He was staring into the fridge and he was naked. This is not a good way to start my day, Gabriela thought. On the other hand, he had a great ass.

I’m living in a television sitcom, she told herself. I’m being stalked by a guy who worships the God of the Dead and my ex-husband is naked and in my kitchen. I never aspired to being normal, but this is too weird even for me.

“I hear dogs,” Gabriela said. “No shit,” Rafer said. “Run faster.”