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  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR MEG TILLY AND HER NOVELS
  3. TITLES BY MEG TILLY
  4. Dedication
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“Hannah. I need you to clear our schedule for the next few hours. We need to write up and file a petition for divorce for my client Sarah Rainsford Hawkins from her husband Lieutenant Kevin Hawkins. Also, I want you to go into the files and get the copies of Ms. Rainsford’s ID.”

“That’s just it, Mr. Clarke. I’ve been searching all over for them, but they aren’t there. Not only are the copies of her ID missing, but there are no legal or financial papers either. It’s the darnedest thing.”

Sarah met Mick’s eyes over Hannah’s head. He looked grim.

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“I still can’t believe it,” Sarah said. Mick glanced at her. She had been dead silent since they’d gotten in the taxi at Lexington and East Forty-Fourth, deep in thought. “It will take a while for the divorce to come through. I’m sure Kevin will fight it, and there will be financial stuff for the lawyers to quibble about, but at least it’s finally in the works.”

“I didn’t think it was possible for that old man to move so fast,” Mick said. “Those papers were flying across that desk at record speed.”

“I feel lighter now that the process has started. Feel so much better in here.” She placed a fist over her heart.

Lighter was good. If Mick was being honest, he’d nudge his feelings past “lighter” to bordering on celebratory. As if delicate champagne bubbles were coursing through his bloodstream. With Sarah’s divorce petition signed, sealed, and sent off, she was a free woman. What was that she’d called him? A prudish country vicar . . . Mick grinned. Not for much longer. “You deserve to feel good. You were amazing. Kicked some serious butt.”