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She opened it. It was another picture.

But this time, it wasn’t a photo of Maddie from many years ago.

No, it was a photo of Josh. With Logan. Based on the surroundings, it had been taken here at the retreat.

The two were caught up in a lip-lock.

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Someone wanted her to know about Josh’s affairs. Someone didn’t know she already knew and wanted to make sure the truth got out there.

Just what was the sender of these notes trying to accomplish? Mental distress? Emotional?

Or was this person’s ultimate goal total destruction?

CHAPTER

FORTY-TWO

THEN

The weekend at Garrick’s house in the Hamptons had been even better than Cecilia had imagined.

His home was fantastic. The place was sprawling, with cedar siding and dormers. It was located on the Long Island Sound and had a sparkling pool and inviting hot tub nestled between intricately landscaped shrubs and trees.

This summer house was the very picture of the kind of luxury Cecilia had only dreamed about.

Garrick had been such a gentleman the entire time they were together. He’d even given her a gold necklace with a ruby pendant to make up for canceling on her last week.

The jewelry was gorgeous and something she’d always treasure.

Plus, the necklace would remind her of this weekend.

Cecilia didn’t make it a habit to go home with guys. But she was so glad she’d gone home with Garrick. The whole weekend had been absolutely perfect.

So when one thing had led to another, she hadn’t resisted the way their relationship had progressed.

Cecilia knew deep in her heart that she and Garrick would be together forever.

That was why she’d said yes when Garrick had invited her into his bedroom. She wished she could say that part of the night was everything she’d dreamed about.

But it wasn’t. It was . . . rushed, she supposed.

Still, they had time to figure everything out. She envisioned many more opportunities.

But right now, she was back at work straightening racks of clothing and dealing with persnickety customers at Balderston’s.

She glanced up as one of them walked her way.

Her breath caught as she recognized the man.

It was one of Garrick’s friends, one she’d met at the fundraiser. What was his name again? John, she thought. But she didn’t feel confident.

He barely looked at her as he approached. “I need a new suit for a dinner I’m going to. Can you help?”

“Of course.” She ran a hand down her dress, hoping she looked presentable. Certainly as soon as the man looked up, he would recognize her and say hello.

But even as she grabbed several things for him to try on, he didn’t seem to remember her.

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