He flashed her a smile. “Maybe not, but I’m starving.”
At that moment, the reality of her predicament settled fully upon her.
How in the world would she ever prove that she hadn’t killed her ex-husband?
He had been murdered in her bed. The murder weapon was her gun. The security guard from the Edge could confirm that she and William had had a heated exchanged less than twenty-four hours ago.
She swung her gaze back to the man behind the wheel.
Her only hope was this cowboy who wanted to eat before they got down to business.
She was in serious trouble.
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