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“Maybe not, but look at you… You could have broken, but no, you’ve got a job. You look like you’re thriving.”

“I wouldn’t say thriving, but I’m enjoying the anonymity,” I admit. “And people here, they like me for me, not because of my last name.”

Kat shakes her head and laughs.

“Everyone has always loved you,” she says. “You’re a very lovable person.”

I harrumph.

“You would say that,” I tell her. “You’re my sister. You’re biased.”

“Somehow, I don’t think anything I say will make you see it, but just know, you’re not telling me anything I don’t already know. You’re a good person, little sis.”

I stare at her for a moment. All those years of rebelling, of driving my siblings and mother crazy with my antics.

Kat smiles as if reading my mind.

“Kris will be in contact about wedding travel plans.”

I hear the elevator.

“I have to go,” I say quickly. “Love you both.”

“Who were you talking to?”

“A friend and her fiancé. They’re getting married. She was inviting me to her wedding,” I say, not wanting to risk Kat and Jaxson’s wedding being leaked to the press, and Alex putting two and two together.

He smiles, but it’s hollow. There’s no mistaking the dark circles under his eyes.

“That’s great news. Are you going to go?”

“I’d like to… You look tired. Any news?”

He sinks down onto the sofa next to me, pulling me into his arms, and I force my muscles to relax.

Shit, why did I lie? Why didn’t I tell him it’s my sister’s wedding? This is the problem when things are sprung on me… too many lies to keep up.

“Nothing. Whoever it is, he or she has covered their tracks well.”

I lift his hand and press my lips into his palm.

“You’ll catch them. I have every faith.”

The same way, I can only hope and pray that The Seamstress and her team can catch the man who murdered my father and who appears set on ruining my life.

I look up at the man next to me and realise he has fallen asleep, his head tipped back, his eyes closed and his breathing soft and gentle. I go to move, but his grip tightens. That’s when I realise that whoever murdered my father has failed. My life is pretty damn amazing, and I intend to keep it that way. I just have to hope that when the truth finally comes out, this wonderful man next to me understands.

CHAPTER 64

HARPER

The next three weeks fly by in a blur of excitement and anticipation. My big sister is getting married, and I’m going to be there.

“Are you all set?”

“I am,” I say. “My clothes are packed. I just need to add my wash bag.”

He drops a kiss on my nose.