Damien Taylor shot a brief, annoyed glance at Jack Mitchell. He was Amelia Johnson’s boyfriend. Moments like this—Jack acting all concerned about her—really rubbed him the wrong way. And thinking back to what Zoey Mitchell had said about Amelia possibly liking Jack? Even if he didn’t buy it, it still got under his skin.
Amelia sat there quietly. If someone close had pulled this stunt, then her suspect list was kinda long. Given what she knew about Sabrina Johnson, though, she figured Sabrina was the likeliest one. Not only had Sabrina pushed her toward that creep, she’d even egged the guy on. Honestly, looked like she’d wanted Amelia dead.
Damien reached over and gently ruffled Amelia’s hair, his eyes warm and comforting. “Don’t stress about it, I’ve got this. Just leave it to me.”
