Gasping For Air 2 (Last Chance Romance Series) Read Online Free PDF

coming in. There would be no night fishing that evening.
    But Lillian was wrong when she thought it was going to be a quiet night. With nothing to do and having nothing to cook, bored families dropped into Aussie Jack’s for an evening meal before heading back to their hotels to finish the night watching TV.
    With so many people waiting, Lillian practically ran, placing customers at clean tables, then helping the busboys clean off dirty tables, and running into the kitchen to take finished orders out for the waitresses to serve.
    No amount of duct tape was going to keep her feet from getting blisters that night. Around ten, the restaurant was still going strong, but the floor manager was making sure that the waitresses had a break and were drinking water.
    Around ten-thirty, the stream of customers started to slack off. Able to catch their breath, the busboys finally got all of the dirty tables clean and the waitresses began checking on the tables’ condiments. Other waitresses sat down and folded utensils in cloth napkins. By eleven-thirty the floors had been swept, the kitchen cleaned, and the restaurant’s two bars had been restocked.
    While the waitresses counted their tips and handed in the night’s receipts, Jack made ice-cream cones for everyone, saying that was one of the busiest evenings Aussie Jack’s had ever had. One waitress said she made over four hundred in tips that night. Others did quite well themselves.
    Lillian gratefully accepted her strawberry ice-cream cone and devoured it with relish. She was starving, realizing that she needed to eat more if she was to keep her energy up at the restaurant.
    At midnight, everyone stood at the back kitchen door and waited for Jack to punch in the alarm code. He and the employees always left together as Jack usually carried the day’s deposit with him. It was extra insurance for Jack not to be robbed while getting into his car.
    As it was still raining, everyone squealed as they rushed for their vehicles. Before Lillian got into her car, she noticed that something was wrong with the front light. It had been smashed!
    “What the hell!” she cried out, examining her headlight. “Someone smashed this!” She quickly examined her car. To her dismay, someone had keyed the passenger side all the way to the taillight. Lillian felt sick about the damage, but there was little she could do at the moment. Everyone was leaving and she didn’t want to be left alone in the parking lot.
    Reluctantly, she unlocked her car and left with the others. But she continued to look in her rearview mirror, seeing if anyone followed her.
    Not being able to do anything about her damaged car at the moment, she hurried back to the Last Chance Motel.
    Lillian didn’t feel safe until she was in her little apartment and all the locks clicked into place. Click. Click. What a lovely thing a deadbolt was!

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    “S omeone sure has done a number on your car,” whistled Officer Masterson, pushing his hat back from his high forehead.
    Lillian struggled to keep from crying. “I know. It’s looks awful.”
    “Were any other cars bothered?”
    “No. Just mine.”
    “Did you ask everyone?”
    “Yes, and I checked the cars myself. Just mine was damaged.”
    “And you’re sure that the car was fine when you left the motel?”
    “It was raining, but only guests at the Last Chance. . . I mean the Pink Flamingo would have access to it. But why would guests trash my car?”
    “Why does anyone do anything? Bored. Crazy. Revenge.”
    “I’m pretty sure it was done at Jack’s by a busboy who used to work there. In fact, I think I was being followed the other night.”
    Officer Masterson gave Lillian a dubious look.
    “I’m not a hysterical case, Officer. I can assure you that I have two feet on the ground. If I say that there was someone following me home from work, then there was.”
    “And you’re one hundred percent positive about this?”
    Lillian looked away. “No. Not one hundred