My Ex Wife Died to Prove She Would Never Hurt Me Again
Language: en
The fifth time Rhett Hayden asked me to set her up with a date, I didn’t bother dragging in a misfit or a newly divorced father of two. I just opened the tablet, pulled up a photo, and slid it across the marble table, strictly business. “How about Lewis Maxwell? Handsome, steady, exactly your type.” I leaned back, my voice flat. “Most importantly, he likes you.” But Rhett wasn't looking at the screen. Her eyes were locked on mine. Her voice was tight, low. “Piper Stone, where’s the jealousy?” I paused for a millisecond, then let out a laugh that felt brittle even to me. “Ms. Hayden,…