Chapters (67)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- About the Author
- Booklist
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
“Great idea.” He was such an amazing father. Echinacea, dental appointments, vaccinations, horse-riding lessons, you name it... Gabe was on top of it all when it came to Lily. Sometimes Kim couldn’t believe all the stuff he did on top of his career as a fashion photographer. He’d gone freelance since Lily’s arrival, with their nanny picking up childcare duties whenever he was out on a job.
“How long do you think before the train leaves Naples? So I can time the pickup.”
“Next one’s due in five.”
Her phone beeped then, distorting what Gabriel was saying. “Babe, can you hold on a second? I’ve got another call coming in.”
“Sure.”
“Hey, Chloe, what’s up?” Kim asked her assistant, who was based in her office back in the States.
“Sorry to bother you, Kim, but Hank Bingham is on the line. He says he needs to speak to you urgently.”
What does the head of Legal want? she asked herself as she waited for the call to be put through. And why now?
“Kim?”
“Hey, Hank. What’s up?”
“Are you sitting down?”
“No. Do I need to?” she asked, but automatically moved back into her room and plopped down on the corner of the bed.
“You might.”
“Well, I’m sitting now. Tell me what’s going on.”
“A day ago we received an email from someone who claims that some stuff in The Sweet Life Guide is plagiarized. She says she can prove it.”
Kim’s heart stopped for a moment. She couldn’t even breathe as the words replayed in her mind.
“What? Why would someone say that?” she asked, nervously fumbling with the sheets.
“Hell if I know. She says some of the chapter headings in the book are directly lifted from some old family journal she has or something, I dunno. I know they’re originally from your social media but because they were reproduced in the book, and thus used for profit, she reckons it’s clear-cut plagiarism.”
Plagiarism...
“A family journal? Does she have proof?”
“I don’t know yet. Obviously I’m requesting all the information now, and not taking anything seriously until I see it. I just thought I’d better give you the heads-up, given the timing.”
Interesting timing for sure, Kim thought.
“OK, I have to admit I’m a bit blindsided by all this...”
But was she really? This wasn’t the first time someone had accused her of being dishonest, she realized, thinking about the more recent negative social media comments.
The Sweet Life... Don’t you mean The FAKE Life?
She swallowed hard. Could this be connected somehow?