The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

accident. I hadn’t bumped into Julian Sterling at the botanical gardens by chance.

I took a deep breath, ignoring the stabbing pain in my ribs, and took a step toward Evelyn.

“You’re right about one thing, Evelyn,” I said, my voice steady, ringing clearly across the silent ballroom. “A private investigator’s summary isn’t enough to put you in federal continue reading …