Two for the Dough (Stephanie Plum, #2)

by Janet Evanovich

The house was always at its best when it was asleep. There was an air of satisfaction to the house at the end of the day. Maybe the day hadn’t gone exactly right, but the day had been lived and the house had been there for its family.

The truth is, I’m not the heroic type. I’m afraid of spiders and extraterrestrials and sometimes feel the need to check under my bed for drooly guys with claws. If I ever found one I’d run screaming out of my apartment and never come back.