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Stephanie Evanovich - The Sweet Spot

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The amazing Stephanie Evanovich returns with The Sweet Spot, the sizzling story of everyones favorite couple from her New York Times bestseller Big Girl Panties: hunky professional baseball player Chase Walker and his sassy wife Amanda When pro baseball player Chase Walker first meets Amanda at her restaurant, its love at first sight. While Amanda cant help noticing the superstar with the Greek-god-build, he doesnt have a chance of getting to firstor any otherbase with her. A successful entrepreneur whos built her business from scratch, Amanda doesnt need a Prince Charming to sweep her off her feet. And a curvy girl who likes to cook and eat isnt interested in being around the catty, stick-thin herd of females chasing Chase and his teammates. But Chase isnt about to strike out. A man who isnt interested in playing the field, hes a monogamist who wants an independent woman like Amanda. His hopes rally when she discovers that squeaky-clean Chase has a few sexy and very secret pre-game rituals that turn the smart, headstrong businesswoman onand into his number one fan. Then a tabloid discovers the truth and turns their spanking good fun into a late- night punch-line. Is Amanda ready to let loose and swing for the fences? Or will the pressure of Chases stardom force them to call it quits?

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The Sweet Spot

Stephanie Evanovich

For my sister, Alexia Evanovich Rose, and her BFF, Mary-Jane Oltarzewski, for reading and encouraging the first story I ever wrote, many moons ago. And for letting me tag along way more than they had to.

CHAPTER 1

IT WAS A top-down kind of day. The sky was blue, with a few passing clouds, and just a hint of breeze, indicating that winter was waving its final good-bye and that summer was just around the corner. The sun was bright and warm, encouraging buds to blossom into fragrant, glorious flowers. The very atmosphere spoke of all the things possible as the earth renewed itself after a cold East Coast hibernation. The day was just too tempting to leave the top up, even though Amanda never put the top down anymorenot since that first summer shed had the Chrysler Sebring, anyway. Shed always wanted a convertible. At least fate had been kind enough to wait until August two years ago to sport around before a wasp tangled itself in her hair at forty miles an hour on her way to opening day at the Cold Creek. It ended up stinging her hand, her neck, and, inadvertently, her front bumper and an unsuspecting fire hydrant. She spent the night she had been meticulously planning for months moping in the ER with a slight concussion and a burn from the airbag. From then on, it had been air conditioning whenever she was in the car. But when she walked out the front door this late April afternoon, greeted with that first you-know-you-dont-need-a-jacket day, she was willing to take the risk. Today felt different. And wasps would still be drowsy. As she drove past Maxwell Place Park, Amanda watched ducks and geese and squirrels roaming in pairs, actually looking love-struck, ready to extend their respective species. People on the streets were smiling as they hustled about their day; others were acting flirty. It was nothing short of spring fever, and she couldnt help but catch it. At a stoplight, she tilted her face up toward the sun to let it shine on her for a moment as she offered up a quick prayer of thankfulness for this beautiful day, her wonderful life, and all the possibilities that came with it. Maybe shed do some flirting herself. With that thought, she turned up the radio and began to bounce to the music. Yeah, it was a top-down kind of day.

And then the seagull flew overhead.

Amanda watched it all go down from the rearview mirror as she checked her makeup after pulling into the Cold Creek Grilles small parking lot. The white and green gloppy goo fell perfectly onto the right side of her head, a stark contrast to her long black waves. She stared at it for a few moments as the reality and the poop sank in.

That didnt just happen.

But it did happen, and once again, Amanda Cole had been reminded: Never get too cocky. Avoid using words like perfect or wonderful. Never attach your own name. It was just an invitation to comeuppance. She wouldnt go so far as to say she considered herself particularly unlucky; she just knew her boundaries. She couldnt pinpoint when shed learned it for sure, but it was probably somewhere in between not making cheerleading squad and being, as her mother put it, twenty pounds away from prom queen.

Her mother wasnt cruel, but she was blunt. Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference, and every now and then, someone you loved said something thoughtless, and it stuck.

Catherine Cole didnt really want her daughter to be a prom queen, anyway. As Essex County DA, she wanted Amanda to be smart and shrewd and strong.

Amanda was beautiful and sensitive, in spite of herself, her retired family court judge father never failed to remind her.

Amanda stomped in through the Cold Creeks front door and slammed her purse on the bar with a loud thud. Two of her employees, Eric and Nicole, were going through the beer coolers inventory, seeing what they would need to bring up from the basement for the evening ahead. Eric was a lanky, blond, blue-eyed surfer boy who had been accepted to Harvard, but opted for bartending school instead when he realized how late he liked to sleep. All his savings and vacation time were spent in search of the perfect curl. In between budgeting, he felt New Jersey waves were as good as anyplace elses, and here he could be close to his family. Nicki was a free-spirited Seton Hall dropout whom Amanda had known since high school who was trying to break into acting. She was a petite, vivacious brunette who had a great horror-movie-victim scream, but her booking-to-audition ratio was often disappointing. She did her best to stay optimistic, paying her dues, as they all called it. Eric was a few years younger but that didnt prevent him and Nicki from becoming fast friends as well as roommates. Although they werent involved, it was common knowledge that the two were known to hook up now and again, usually the result of her not getting the call and his ability to make the best commiserating cocktail. Amanda didnt care if they shined the bar with their butts, as long as they could work together, did it after closing, and cleaned up afterward.

Eric looked up briefly from his clipboard and then did a double take as Amanda approached their end of the bar.

Yikes, he said, his face scrunching up in distaste. Hope thats not a fashion statement.

Bird was Amandas one-word reply as she proceeded past them.

Geez, what was that thing eating? he said, casting a quick look at his counterpart.

Its supposed to be good luck! Nicki called out as Amanda disappeared into the ladies room.

Not feeling it, Amanda snapped as the door closed behind her. She walked up to the mirror over the sink to best assess how to clean up the mess. The goo had begun to drip farther down and appeared to be soaking into the thick black hair shed spent a half hour blowing dry. She took a deep breath. This was nothing more than a problem that needed solvingshe had this. First she took some toilet paper and tried to scoop as much of the poop as she could with one grab. She managed to get the bulk of it, but what was left behind was now successfully smeared deeper into her hair and beginning to clump together. She wet some more tissue and tried to get the remainder out, but the tissue started to decompose in her hand and her hair, leaving bits behind and adding to the mix. She took one more handful of tissue and wet them again, but this time she got them too soaked. When she tried to gently squeeze it over the affected hair, the overflow dripped down her hand and onto the front of her blue silk Jones of New York blouse, leaving a wet spot directly over the center of her ample right breast.

Really? She shook her head in disgust at her reflection in the mirror. Not only did she have bird shit and toilet paper remnants in her hair, now she looked like she was lactating.

She had only managed to make things worse. Giving the shirt priority, she tried the hand dryer on it. After a minute, it dried up the moisture but left a rather large off-color stain where the water had been. It no longer looked like she was lactating, but merely that she had lactated. The right side of her head was now crunchy.

Strike two.

Amanda stormed out of the bathroom, back to the bar where Eric and Nicki were now waiting.

You can barely notice it, Nicki said after staring for a minute.

Are you kidding? Eric took the more direct approach. It looks like a pterodactyl flew over her after a chili cook-off.

Amanda closed her eyes, bit her lip, and began counting. When she reached eight the phone rang. She quickly fired off nine and ten out loud and went back near the front door.

Cold Creek Grille. How may I help you? She answered the phone as if her day were right as rain. She was a businesswoman, first and foremost.

I need a reservation for tonight, a gravelly voice barked into the phone. The caller was either on a cell phone with a bad connection or had a mouthful of marbles.

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