Two for the Dough (Stephanie Plum, #2)

by Janet Evanovich

I stopped at a convenience store on the way and got a large coffee to go and a box of chocolate-covered doughnuts. I figured if you had to breathe New Jersey air there wasn’t much point in getting carried away with always eating healthy food.

Traffic was steady, with everyone around us rigidly obeying the speed limit. Nothing like an unmarked cop car to slow things down to a crawl.

The legality of this was a tad gray, but it would only be bothersome if I got caught.

I responded with some derisive Italian hand gestures and commented on his mother. Being born in Trenton carries a certain responsibility in these situations.

Good judgment told me to stand clear of him, but then I’ve never been a slave to good judgment.

I was debating Burger King versus Pizza Hut when the phone rang.

Some people learn from books, some listen to the advice of others, some learn from mistakes. I fit into the last category.

When in dread, my rule was always to procrastinate.

“Looks to me like you’ve put a jelly doughnut in a bag labeled bran muffin.”