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Yoga Yields Results
Turned out, the party had nothing at all to do with s*x toys, which had been my first suspicion.
No, it was worse.
It was a garden party.
Yep. Garden. Party.
In the garden with the dead guy—a party.
All I could think was: dead guy under the herbs. It was like a mantra playing over and over in my head. Dead guy under the herbs. Dead guy under the herbs.
They’d say, “So nice to meet you.” And I’d have to bite my tongue not to say, “Dead guy under the herbs.”
Talk about working on my filter.
Gladys had been surrounded by a pack of dazzling women from the moment I’d arrived, so I hadn’t been able to ask her how she was coping. All signs, however, pointed to quite well.
She finally lost her entourage, so I grabbed the moment and hurried to her side. “What were y
