How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Elodie and Alexander stood together, deep in conversation. Whatever they were discussing, it was impossible to miss the matching scarves wrapped around their necks-clearly a couple's set.

Really, what sort of "just friends" wear matching scarves like that?

From across the room, Jarrod glanced up and watched them.

Elodie reached out and patted Alexander's back, the gesture easy and familiar, their closeness hard to ignore.

Maurice let out a cold laugh. "I really underestimated her. She may not have any real skills, but she's certainly an expert when it comes to men."

Even Joseph frowned, casting Elodie another curious look.

He remembered the way she'd looked at him that day-cold and full of contempt. Compared to the warmth in her eyes when she looked at Alexander, it was obvious she felt very differently about the two men.

"If they're not involved, then how does she even know Alexander?" Maurice muttered, still unable to figure it out.

Alexander's company, VistaLink Technologies, had only just stabilized its footing, but his background was solid and his abilities ranked him at the very top of the field. Someone like Elodie shouldn't even have the chance to cross paths with him, let alone get close.

"Jarrod?" Maurice turned to him.

Jarrod glanced at his watch, his tone indifferent. "I'll take Sylvie home."

Sylvie, lost in thought, lingered a moment.

Jarrod had brought her here tonight to meet the industry's elite, and just by

shown up-looking intimately connected to

all of it just happened to

couldn't

didn't meet with me

toward her. "What

calmly, "If Elodie knows Mr. Sterling,

whispered something in Alexander's ear because she can't let go of what happened with

doesn't strike me as the type to let a pretty face cloud

matter. My abilities will speak

a thumbs-up. "That's

drifting back to

she didn't turn around. She knew it

had a bit to drink and, still wrapped in his scarf, waved her off before heading upstairs. Elodie watched him

and easy these days. Free,

past nine when Jarrod returned to the

still on duty and hurried over to take his coat. "Sir, would

to take care of these

"Yes," he said curtly.

to prepare the bath. Jarrod followed, loosening his tie as he

bed casting a warm glow. He hadn't been home in

housekeeper exited the bathroom just as he

"Has Mrs. Hargrove come

housekeeper paused, unsure.

these past