eb
hung in the sile
t?" I repeated, my own voice
ave a cau
d from the crowd and the whiskey. Shedding my jacket a
. she had left w
been found in Chloe
to tilt. The feeling wasn't from the hangover;
hecked Ms. Miller's phone location data. There was a si
nce was u
The scent of vanilla and sugar. They all aligned wit
own hair and green eyes. It also said that she
nd sugar.
f emotions-anger, amusement, and a dark
ccused of infidelity had act
ow it was me. She must
nto a full, slightly unhinged laugh. Tri
Kensi
inks she's gotten the upper hand on my mother by complaining fi
ir. It was all a pe
g. Very in
orney, Arthur Reynolds, wa
gned divorce papers from Ms. M
page. Chloe Miller. Her signature was neat
o take my money, open her damn bak
her wide, frightened green eyes from th
ile curve
ked up the five-million-dollar agreement and
the shreds like a declaration
t... sir, the agreement clearly states
aving no room for argument. "She is my wife.
Get the car ready. We'
bakery? Her location
ill of the hunt. "We're going to her father's house first.
You better run,
felt brighter than it had in years. The fog that had clou
sent me. A candid shot of Chloe in her bakery, a clean, warm smile o
d the
The woman
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