Past Lies
Chapter One
He hadn't seen her in six years.
Zach winced. That wasn't exactly true. He had caught glimpses of her, laughing,
chatting, but mainly leaving. Yes, mostly he had the memory of Anna Shrewsbury's
back.
If he were sensible, that's the way he should leave it. Today, however, he
didn't feel sensible. Anger knotted in his gut. He had just buried his partner
and friend, Gregory Brabant, and he wasn't in the mood to be tolerant.
Zach scratched a hand through his hair and watched her take the hand of another
concerned mourner; give the same weak, tired smile she had given to every other
man.
The knot in his gut twisted tighter.
Had it become so practised now that it was second nature?
He knocked back his whiskey and was striding across the room before he realised.
"Where's Sophia?"
Anna blinked, took a back step. Her hands tightened and her attention fixed on
them. "She's resting. I think the strain of the day is too much for her."
Her voice was soft, shaky. Zach glared down at her but could only see golden
strips of sunlight crossing her shining hair. He shoved his ... read full excerpt from: Past Lies ebook
