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

up-looking intimately connected to Alexander,

of it just happened to unfold right in

couldn't possibly be a coincidence

didn't meet with me today,"

Joseph turned toward her.

calmly, "If Elodie knows Mr. Sterling, then it

to the implication Sylvie left unsaid. "She's whispered something in Alexander's ear because she can't let go

type to let a

matter. My abilities

grinned, giving her a thumbs-up. "That's our

gaze drifting back to Elodie

didn't turn around. She knew

Alexander off at his apartment. He'd had a bit to drink and, still wrapped in his

light and easy

when Jarrod returned to the house

housekeeper was still on duty and hurried over to take his coat. "Sir, would you like

Elodie used to take care

"Yes," he said curtly.

prepare the bath. Jarrod followed, loosening his

dimly lit, only the lamp beside the bed casting a

exited the bathroom just

narrowed his eyes. "Has Mrs. Hargrove

paused,

these past few days," she