I eased to the side, putting some distance between us, and did my best to catch Lenny the bartender’s eye. He was so close, I could feel his body heat, and smell his rather nice shampoo. So why the guy who’d just blown in on a cold blast of rain-scented air felt it necessary to shove himself right up beside me, I had no idea. In other words, there was more than enough room at the bar. for the grim commute into London, while those of us smart enough to work from home were gleefully still in bed. We didn’t get many tourists at this time of year, and at least half the population of Chipping Fairford had dragged themselves off to the train station at six a.m. It was a cold Tuesday in February, in the Cotswolds. It wasn’t exactly crowded in the pub, even though it was lunchtime. Which means there is flirting, awkwardness, some surprising discoveries in the bedroom, awkwardness, misunderstandings, more awkwardness, and the kind of love that changes your life forever. Ray is tangentially involved in the whole gross business at best, and that suits him fine. There are very few details on the correct investigative procedure-not that Ray wants to know-and you can forget about any big reveal to wrap up the case. Not That Complicated is a 74k-word romantic comedy that just so happens to also have some dead guys in it. Because Ray and Adam have a complicated history, and starting something would be a terrible idea. He is too young for Ray, too cool for him, too beautiful for him.and for some bewildering reason, Adam is always there for him when Ray needs him the most.īut Ray's not falling for it. Luckily for Ray, the last man in the world he should be interested in has distraction on his mind, and it seems like all Ray can think about is Adam Blake. (Also, the police were kinda mean, and now everyone thinks he's a serial killer.) Ray's just a thirtysomething graphic designer with a broken heart who doesn't much like his life right now.Īnd he's already having nightmares about the whole thing, come on.
If this was your classic Cotswolds murder mystery (it's not) and Ray was an amateur detective (he isn't) then when he stumbles across something unexpected under his bedroom floor, he'd investigate the hell out of it.
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