r's Porsche Cayenne was parked at th

door cracked, t

. Heavy, sw

her always said it was the detailing spray, or the new air freshener, or a client's perfume. Harper had believed him. She had f

it to her skull. She was wearing the flats the manager had brou

d from the driver's sea

arper said. She didn't

"It smells like... the car was

ke a brothel,

d on the steering whee

r head. "No. I'

d argue. She turned and hailed a ye

ing dress and threw it in the corner of the guest room. She d

holding Julian's card. She trac

r, the front

ing a massive bouquet of flow

ce." The puppy dog eyes.

oday. I was stressed. The meeting... it wa

the flow

stared

. "The pollen makes my throat close up.

then at her. "Right. Right. I... I for

ought of damage con

ers onto the coffee table. Water from the

at's... that's an opportunity. If we can get an in with

the man who humiliat

leverage." He sat next to her, reaching for her hand. "Do this for m

are that another man had held her. H

r hand away. "I'

rpe

ing him with the rose