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

in the dark blue suit slowly stood up from her chair, unsnapping the brass locks of her briefcase.

Chapter 4

The twin brass locks on the dark leather briefcase snapped open with a sharp, heavy clack that cut through the stagnant air of the ballroom like a gunshot.

The woman in the severe, dark blue suit didn’t rush. She stood up from her gold-painted continue reading …