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Chapters (48)
  1. Dedication
  2. Epigraph
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. Part 1: The Wedding That Wasn’t
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. From THE NEW DEMONPEDIA.com
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12: The Journal of Cecile Cabot—Book One
  18. The Journal of Cecile Cabot—Book One
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Part 2: The Trip to Paris
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18: The Journal of Cecile Cabot—Book Two
  26. The Journal of Cecile Cabot—Book Two
  27. Chapter 19
  28. Chapter 20
  29. Chapter 21
  30. Chapter 22
  31. Chapter 23
  32. Chapter 24: The Journal of Cecile Cabot—Book Three
  33. The Journal of Cecile Cabot—Book Three
  34. Chapter 25
  35. Chapter 26
  36. Chapter 27
  37. Chapter 28
  38. Chapter 29
  39. Chapter 30
  40. Part 3: Esmé’s Secret
  41. Chapter 31
  42. Chapter 32
  43. Chapter 33
  44. Chapter 34
  45. EPILOGUE
  46. Acknowledgments
  47. Discover More
  48. By Constance Sayers

She cut him off. “Is this where you tell me it’s not me, it’s you?” She was a beautiful woman, there was no doubt, but there was something off about her that had always unsettled him. It felt like a feral neediness that he just wanted no part of. He took four bites of the Cobb salad and began itching for the check, trying to catch the waitress’s eye.

“Look,” he said. “We’ve known each other a long time. What happened between us was nice, but…” And then he stumbled over what to say next.

She leaned in like she was expecting him to finish the sentence.

“I’m with Lara now.” This wasn’t entirely true—in fact, it was a damned lie—but he wished it were true so that had to count for something. The other night on her porch when she’d told him she thought she’d seen Todd Sutton, he felt like an idiot to wish for anything more. He wasn’t sure when things had changed for him from Lara just being a case—a phone number he called because it was part of the job—to someone whose voice he couldn’t wait to hear. That wonderful rough, gravelly voice. And the way Lara laughed, a full laugh. “I’m sorry if I led you to believe anything else. Truly, I am.”

Her face fell a little, but she tried to cover it up. “It’s a little soon after Todd, don’t you think?”

Ben contemplated her question and the suggestion made him furious. “It’s been nearly a year, Kim.”

“Has it?” she said, gazing off into space like she was adding up the months. “And here I was hoping you’d save me from another boring Sunday night with my cats.”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

She shrugged. “Are you sure I can’t change your mind?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Lara Barnes is a lucky girl.” Her tone had changed abruptly, and she picked up her purse. “I think you’ve got this, right?”

“Yeah,” he said with a weak smile. “I’ve got this.”

Kim Landau was out of the booth in one swift motion; only her perfume lingered.

Ben pondered what she’d said about Lara. In his mind, Lara Barnes was far from a lucky girl. What had happened to her had been cruel and devastating.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” he said to the empty booth.