He Proposed Again, I Introduced My Husband.

my brain. The Annual Chicago Gourmet Gala

t duck, Jake's supposed masterpiece – a recipe I'd s

came in. Vomiting. Cram

, city officials,

addressed the health inspectors. She'd "found" a half-empty contai

hia had whispered, loud enough for everyone to

just nodded gravely. "Emily ha

rant's lawyers called. M

locker room, humming as she po

not a trace of sympathy in her voice

r that night, in the all

"Em, the evidence... it's pretty damning. Sophia said

ieve her?" M

about the restaurant. My reputa

ng out a crumpled envelope. "Here

't tak

him, the man I'd

that'

ething – guilt? – in his eyes. "I'm sorry

aving me standing there with th

htly lit hotel, Jake

oice cracking. "I was a fool. A

e dangerously soft. "Or wa

linc

s eyes pleading. "But I can spend the res

ke my hand. I

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