Nothing about Georgia Pearce’s world made any sense from the moment Hayden Ryder stepped into it. All the mystery, fear, and desire she’d experienced since meeting him had reached a crescendo with his latest bombshell. Georgia stared at him incredulously for a moment, scarcely able to comprehend what he was saying.
“What do you mean you know who killed her? Who is it? How do you know?”
The questions streamed out of her in a flurry. Her mind felt almost unhinged. This was all so sudden and crazy—just a few days ago her life was ordinary and boring, and now she was having a conversation about a murderer. Hayden looked conflicted. The expression he wore was a pained one that seemed to silently communicate an inner-struggle. He took an eternity to answer and Georgia was about to yell at him
