In Good Hands: Book 5 Georgie B. Goode Gypsy Caravan Cozy Mystery Read Online Free PDF

Layla, and Tammy can explain the merchandising before we focus on Layla again to talk about how vintage sales are growing.”
    Seth stepped out again. “Clip this on for me, Tammy—run it up under your shirt and clip it to your collar.” He tactfully looked away while she did it, and then took the trailing end of the cable, pushed it into the power pack and switched it on. “Got a back pocket in those pants? Good…just tuck this inside.” He grinned at Layla, who was standing to one side watching. “Now your turn.” He went through the same procedure, and then pointed to the battery pack, his eyes twinkling. “Note that the switch is in the ‘off’ position. You can talk freely.”
    “I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice,” Layla assured him, looking almost as pink as the trumpet lilies visible on the trailer’s wallpaper.
    “Don’t worry about it.” He reached over and patted her on the shoulder, but left his hand there for a fraction of a second, holding her gaze. “It took the guesswork out of it for me.”
    “Seth!” came Jaxx’s voice from behind Georgie. “Will you quit flirting long enough to get some work done? Once those shadows come across the colors of the trailers won’t pop.”
    “Right on it, Jaxx,” he said cheerfully. “Ready to be miked up?”
    “I’m always ready.”
    Turning, Georgie saw that Jaxx had indeed changed her clothes, renewed her makeup and done something to her hair to make it bouncier. And shinier. She peered at it more closely. It looked like Jaxx had sprayed it with something to catch the light.
    Jaxx caught her looking. “Good, isn’t it?” she asked, pulling one long curl around to observe the effect of the sun shining on her hair. “Brings out the color. My hairdresser has cans of the stuff.”
    “Great,” Georgie said, sneaking a fascinated glance at Jaxx’s outfit. Clearly, she had dressed to compete with Tammy and Layla in their fifties pedal pushers and tie-waist shirts, but her version consisted of steel-colored skin-tight stretchy pants that ended mid-calf and had, Georgie wouldn’t mind betting, been bought as workout gear. Jaxx had added a tangerine low-cut singlet and tossed a casual long-line shirt in some filmy, shimmery gray fabric over the top and tied the tails together. The whole ensemble did a wonderful job of showcasing her curvy hips and flat midriff.
    The only slight resemblance to what Tammy and Layla had on was the length of her pants. On Jaxx, everything looked as though she was about to perform in Jaxx Saxby’s Hot Nights.
    “I thought I’d better dress like the other girls,” Jaxx confided, not missing Georgie’s quick survey. “I don’t want to upstage them.”
    “I’m sure you won’t,” Georgie assured her.
    “Don’t think I’ve given up on you,” Jaxx said, slipping her arm companionably through Georgie’s. “I’m going to talk you into that show. This will be the best thing for your career ever. If you thought that the Johnny B. Goode RV Empire was big, wait until I get my hands on you.”
    Thankfully, Lilli popped her head out of the door of the trailer, a frown on her face. “Oh, there you are, Jaxx.” The frown grew deeper as she took in Jaxx’s appearance. “What are you wearing?”
    “I thought I’d go retro along with the girls,” Jaxx said gaily. She pirouetted so that the tails from her knotted shirt fluttered in the breeze, and finished with her hands spread out in a ‘ta-da!’ movement. “Now we all fit the theme.”
    Lilli’s eyes met Georgie’s in a look of perfect accord. Jaxx’s idea of retro didn’t fit anyone else’s on the planet, but nobody was going to argue.
    “Great. Well, I’ve got Tammy in here ready to roll. If you can wrap this up in half an hour, we can move outside to Layla while we’ve got some sun.”
    Jaxx squeezed Georgie’s forearm. “Don’t go anywhere . I haven’t finished with you yet.” She flashed her best Jaxx Saxby sexy smile and headed for the