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What One Won't Do
What One Won't Do
What One Won't Do
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What One Won't Do

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Mimi Dillon is in trouble. Her business accounts have mysteriously begun to "move" around -- and that ain't right! Enlisting the aid of her cousin, Gina, a Forensic accountant, is the first step to ending the drain on her finances.

Stepping in to help, Gina knows that even the smallest crimes begin with a lie. The catch is to learn who told the lie and what it will lead to. Ready to challenge the crime, the last thing Gina is prepared for is having to work with her ex-husband, sexy, passionate Aaron Leveque.

But Aaron is a man who loves hard and without restraint. He is more than ready to pick up where they left off, in ways Gina has tried to forget. Working on patience, Aaron stands at her side as they track Mimi's tormentor, and Gina finds herself remembering what they once had, and hoping for what a future together could bring them both.

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Release dateJun 3, 2012
ISBN9781476008950
What One Won't Do
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Gail McFarland

Gail McFarland was once the girl known for never failing to get an 'A' in Honors English. Today, as proof that the smart can also be sassy, she is the published author of more than 100 short romantic confessions and short stories, numerous ebooks, and ten popular contemporary novels including: SUMMERWIND (BET/Arabesque) THE BEST FOR LAST(BET/Arabesque) WHEN LOVE CALLS (BET/Arabesque) BOUQUET with Roberta Gayle and Anna Laurence (BET/Arabesque) DREAM RUNNER (Genesis Press) DREAM KEEPER (Genesis Press) WAYWARD DREAMS Genesis Press) LADY KILLER (LULU Books) ALL FOR LOVE (CreateSpace Books) DOING BIG THINGS (CreateSpace Books). Best known for her contemporary romantic novels, Ms. McFarland is a contributing member of The GA Peach Authors. Ms. McFarland is also a dedicated wellness/fitness advocate. She is currently an active fitness instructor, health coach, wellness consultant, and community health volunteer. A native of Cleveland, Ohio, Ms. McFarland now makes her home and place of literary creation in Atlanta, Georgia.

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    What One Won't Do - Gail McFarland

    What One Won’t Do

    Gail McFarland

    Copyright 2012 by Gail McFarland

    Smashwords Edition

    Cover photo courtesy: FreeDigitalPhotos.net

    Other Titles by Gail McFarland:

    Genesis Press/Indigo:

    Dream Runner

    Dream Keeper

    Wayward Dreams

    Lady Leo Press:

    If Ever

    Can A Sistah Get Some Love (Anthology)

    BET/Arabesque:

    Summer Wind

    The Best For Last

    When Love Calls

    Bouquet (Mother’s Day Anthology)

    LULU Books:

    Lady Killer

    CreateSpace Books:

    All For Love

    Doing BIG Things

    This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

    This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission. For information, address: P.O. Box 56782, Atlanta, Georgia 30343.

    Author websites:

    www.http://fitwryter.tripod.com

    www.http://fitwryter.com/books

    CHAPTER ONE

    Every crime begins with a lie.

    What is that supposed to mean? Mimi asked the question all the while doing what Mimi did best: looking pretty and blank. She just sat there in her big chair looking at me, and all I could do was shake my head. She never changed. Truth be told, I guess I hadn’t changed much, either. Mimi was still diehard cute, and I was still curious and stubborn, determined to get to the bottom of things – just like when we were kids.

    People said that we were a matched pair, though looking at her now, I doubted it. Maybe they meant that we were the even and the odd sides of a matched pair, but for right now, she sat there totally at ease, curled into the chair cushions, looking back at me – waiting for me to fix her problem. Big innocent thick-lashed brown eyes, refined dark brows, and moist slightly pouting lips made her look like a damsel in distress; like she needed my help. With her sheer white blouse open at the throat, revealing the golden chain of her heart-shaped charm gleaming against deeply chocolate skin, and her face framed by the heavy waves of shining black hair, she looked darned near angelic.

    Absolutely nothing like me. As far as I could see, the only similarities between us were our skin colors and our height. Both tall for women, I had to admit that we did share a love for sexy high heels and good jazz, but that was about it. Mimi had collected most of the family curves, while I was long and lean – athletic was the polite term for my body type. Buxom, kind of like a Barbie doll, Mimi was a born hedonist. She liked taking life at her ease, while I tended to skip the frills, moving and thinking faster on my feet.

    I inherited all of the strong features that generally ran through the feminine depths of our joint gene pool. Where Mimi’s cheeks were full and dimpled, mine were defined by high cut cheekbones, courtesy of our often overlooked Cherokee heritage. I was the one with the long nose and deep set eyes. Her lips made a delicate cupid’s bow, while my mouth was a wide full slash with lips that probably didn’t smile anywhere near often enough – especially when I was looking for answers.

    And right now, I was looking for answers. Damn it, why would Mimi even drop this puzzle in my lap when she seemed so reluctant to pursue the answer on her own? This was just like when we were kids – Mimi getting herself all wrapped up in something and then leaving it for me to unravel…

    But before I could follow that thread of thought, Ella, Mimi’s cat, jumped up on the couch and plumped herself down, right next to me. Moving quickly, I scootched over, trying to keep white fur off my black pantsuit because I still had to get back to my real job. The cat’s green eyes slanted up at me, clearly disapproving my selfish action, but I wasn’t about to try to justify myself to a fat white kitty. Turning my attention from her, I looked Mimi straight in the eye and repeated myself. Every crime begins with a lie, and then just to make sure she got my point, I added, and the most personal crimes can begin with the smallest of lies.

    What is that supposed to mean? I am not lying to you, Mimi blinked, determined to play coy.

    Her mother may have been my aunt and my mother’s favorite sister, but Cousin Mimi wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, if you know what I mean. Mimi was used to having people do things for her. She was used to having people give her the smoothed out, carefully blended and puréed version of life. So sitting across from me in the big yellow overstuffed chair with her feet pulled up under her, she took a sip from her wine and smiled politely while she waited for me to make my point.

    I took the moment to consider how much I wanted to water down my next few words, but then this was Mimi. Playing for time, I gave the cat a nudge, hinting that she needed to move on, but she lowered herself closer to the cushion and dug in her claws, holding her ground. Ella seemed to have a tighter grasp on reality than my cousin did and she seemed ready to defend her position, so I left her where she was.

    I didn’t say that you were lying, I told Mimi, "but there is a lie in this mix. When did you notice that the money was missing?

    It happened again today, Mimi sighed into her wine.

    Again? Now it was my turn to blink. Ella dug her sharp little pointy claws into my leg for emphasis, and I gave her another little push. She gave me a sniff of feline disdain and jumped down from the couch. What do you mean again?

    Today there’s a hold on the account. Mimi knotted her fingers around her wineglass and looked away from me. When Ella padded across the floor, she let her eyes follow the cat. I couldn’t get into my online business checking account last week, either, she confessed.

    And, it didn’t occur to you to do anything about it? I hated Mimi’s willingness to let the world

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