The Saint – Notorious Read online Molly O’Keefe

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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)

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The Saint - Notorious

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Molly O'Keefe

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The key to life is no emotional entanglements. No relationships. No family. Just work.
Everything was going according to my plan until a beautiful pregnant woman I’ve never seen before claims the baby she’s carrying is mine, creating a scandal that puts everything I’ve worked for in jeopardy.
Zoe is quirky and wild and unpredictable and now we’re going on fake dates just to calm the storm she created. The more time I spend with her, the more she challenges what I thought I wanted.
The more I know her, the more I want her.
Until these fake dates aren’t so fake anymore and it’s not just my career on the line.
It’s my heart.
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There were two kinds of people in the world. Logical people who saw reason and agreed with me about the Jimmie Simpson Community Center. Then there were the others. The others, who wanted my blood. Who wanted to string me up by my neck and shove bamboo under my fingernails, just to hear me scream.

Right now, I was surrounded by the others.

Looking out at the mob of seniors and single moms, all I saw was bloodlust in their eyes. Even the toddlers were sharpening their incisors on their teething rings.

But no one looked more furious than Tootie Vogler, who showed up at every single informational meeting, with her Sunday hat and her white gloves and so much anger in her eighty-year-old body she nearly levitated.

“Mrs. Vogler,” I said with as much calm as I could muster. “As I’ve explained, the activities and services that are currently offered here will be held in the new building.”

“But,” she said, standing in the front row of the small gathering being held in the decaying belly of the Jimmie Simpson Community Center, “what happens while you’re building that new building?”

“Yeah,” one of the mothers said, jiggling a baby in her arms while her toddler ran amuck in the corner, grabbing the cookies we’d laid out. Seriously, she needed to be watching that kid instead of asking the same damn questions I’d heard—and answered—a thousand times already. “How long is it going to take?”

“Once we tear down the existing building it will take a year—”

“A year!” Another one of the mothers cried as if I’d just said I wanted to eat her kid for lunch.

“Well,” Mrs. Vogler said, “that’s what you say now, but what about what happened over at the Glenview Community Center?”

There were rumbles of agreement, and frankly, the others weren’t wrong. The Glenview sat, half-built, a total waste of time and money. There was simply no way the city could finish that project with the limited tax money they had while the existing community centers were in such terrible shape. Never mind the fact that Jimmie Simpson was in low-income Beauregard Town where the programs offered by the center were at capacity and Glenview was over in up-and-coming Spanish Town, where there wasn’t nearly the demand for day care and after-school programs.

I’d tried to explain this, but the message was never received and frankly, I was feeling like a broken record. A broken record speaking German.

The Glenview Community Center was this administration’s albatross. And, since I wanted to be voted in when the current mayor’s term was up next year, it was my giant hole-in-the-ground cross to bear. “As I’ve explained numerous times,” I said, “that project was spearheaded by a previous administration. And while it’s not currently a priority, we are looking into ways to complete the job.”

What I couldn’t say, though everyone knew it to some degree, was that the previous administration had been so dirty, so backhanded and money hungry, that I still spent half my days trying to make right the terrible wrongs that the former mayor and his staff had perpetrated on this city. But I couldn’t say that. Nope, diplomacy was my task.

“Well, why doesn’t your administration go fix that mess and leave this community center be?” Mrs. Vogler said, rallying the troops behind her.

“Mrs. Vogler—may I call you Tootie?”


“Fine. Mrs. Vogler, we can’t leave this community center alone because this community center is falling down,” I cried, pointing to the chipped paint and flickering lightbulbs.

“So,” Tootie said. “Fix what’s wrong. We’re not arguing that nothing needs to be done around here, but why are you tearing the whole thing down?”

“Everything needs to be redone here. Plumbing, electrical, a new roof, a new pool. Part of the foundation was damaged during Katrina and I’m telling you the truth—it will cost more to fix Jimmie Simpson, in the long run, than it will cost to rebuild it. I know your lives will be disrupted—”

“I count on the day care here, Mr. O’Neill,” one of the mothers said, steely-eyed and angry. I’d blown it again. This wasn’t even part of my official job as mayor pro tempore, or president of City Council. I’d taken it on at the mayor’s behest, since the totally deserted and decimated Office of Neighborhoods and the overworked Parks and Rec department couldn’t do it. But now I was regretting it; I’d had more trouble with the public than any one man could handle.

“Look,” I said, inwardly sighing and trying to start fresh. Again. “I’ve started this off on the wrong foot.”

“I’d say,” Mrs. Vogler muttered, and I gritted my teeth.

“The parks and recreation department,” who should be handling this mess, I thought but didn’t say, “are working to move your programs to other centers in the city.”

“I don’t have a car, Mr. O’Neill,” a woman said. “It just won’t work!”