victim vanished, replaced by a woman seething with hatred. Justina wasn't just a nuisance to be swatted away; she was a genuine threat. Kinsey had u
g across her arms, and a tightness was building in her chest, making each breath a conscious effort. A severe shellfish allergy. She cursed her carelessne
the ER, her focus on getting to the tria
's arm, guiding her toward the radio
ositioning himself so that Kinsey was partially shielded behind him. It w
rence. She didn't have the time or the energy for his drama. She w
tice the red welts on her arms. A flicker of
ar and get me a coffee from the cafe downstairs? The machine coffee here is
caretaker, nodded and h
ey glided over to where Just
ou here," Kinsey said, her v
s beginning to swel
nge thing happens to the women who get engaged to Hayden Clemons. His first fiancée had a tragic riding
the air, a veiled promise o
raspy. "Then I'm afraid I'm going to be a disappointment to you. Because I'm not his fiancée. I'm his wife. The legal mistress of th
ar, tears, a satisfying breakdown. She had n
st, a wet, constricted sound.
You're just a girl from some backwater town in Oregon. You real
on about the fiancées, however, filed itself away in her mind. Accidents. S
him. Leaving the two of them alone felt wrong. Dangerous. He didn't know why. He abando
support. Kinsey, standing close, her expression hidden from his view. But as he got
bitter understanding dawned on h
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