Mrs. Perfect
Chapter One
Zooming into the country club parking lot, I snag a spot close to the club pool.
Okay, technically it's not a spot, but there's nothing else close and I'm late.
Nathan says I run late often, and yes, sometimes I do, but not always. It's just
that my schedule all summer has been ungodly. I've always been busy, but in the
past year I have taken on way too much, sat on far too many committees, agreed
to assist too many organizations.
The problem is, everyone needs help, and I hate inefficiency, I really do, which
is how I got to be on so many committees in the first place.
I know how to get things done. I've always known how to get things done, and for
me, it's relatively easy organizing functions and raising money. And as we all
know, everything these days is about raising money. As well as improving the
quality of life for the kids.
It really is about the kids, isn't it?
I sign in quickly at the poolhouse's front desk and wave at a passing
mother-never do remember her name, though-and emerge into the late afternoon
light that already streaks the pool.
Scanning the area fo ... read full excerpt from Mrs. Perfect ebook
