"It must be Raina Lynn. This time, I'll personally send her to prison."
"That shameless, scheming bitch again. Why is she so persistent? It's like trying to scrape gum off your shoe."
Hannah Hale was truly at a loss. It was the first time she'd seen someone so hell-bent on self-destruction, growing bolder with every failure and sprinting headfirst toward disaster.
...
It was Sunday, which meant that, as usual, Hannah Hale and Nathan Redgrave were due at the Redgrave family estate for dinner.
After work, Hannah Hale first stopped by the hospital to see Mindy Miller before driving home.
When she arrived home, Nathan Redgrave was just coming downstairs, having already changed. He was fastening a cufflink on his shirt sleeve with one hand, a cool, handsome light radiating from his downcast eyes.
He lifted his head, his gaze meeting Hannah's slightly dazed eyes. "I'm ready," he said calmly. "How long will you take?"
"Fifteen minutes."
