Harper’s electrical blue eyes followed her ex as he paced around the room, his hands twitching nervously; he was obviously waiting for someone.

The door opened, and they both turned in synchronization.

“Melissa,” Brad breathed, sitting down on the chair. “I thought you’d never make it.”

“I always make it on time, Brad.”

Harper tried to stare a hole through the brunette. She hated the woman with a passion – she wasn’t sure why, but this ‘Melissa’ girl was the one Brad had been spending more time with.

“Did you get dirty?” Melissa asked, and Harper felt a lump lodge itself in her throat firmly.

“Yeah … it’s over there. I’m going to put it through a shredder.”

“Now your reputation is safe and sound,” Melissa assured, seating herself next to Brad and massaging his shoulders.

An accessory to murder – my murder! I threatened to reveal him to the Press! Jesus, can this get anymore twisted?

Harper was wrong – this could get much more complicated – she just didn’t know it yet.