The Bride Asked for My Taste. I Gave Her a Wedding Gift She Couldn’t Return.

of comfort.

“Sloane?”

“She took documents. She’s cooperating.”

Smart girl.

Rain tapped the porch roof.

Grant’s voice hardened. “You turned her against me.”

“No. You taught her what you do to women who trust you.”

Then, softer: “I loved you once.”

I looked out at my grandmother’s garden.

There had been a time when that sentence would have undone me.

A time when continue reading …