"You won’t believe what I found out," Dean addressed Allie. "Meryl's car—the new owner is Grayson Clarke. Officer Peña asked me if I’ve heard of him. That asshole killed my dog."
Dean halted, realizing Allie was still gawking at her phone. She hadn't flinched at the news.
"Sweetheart?" He frowned and sat down beside her, massaging her bare shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"He lied." She raised her head.
"Who?"
"Grayson was informed of my inheritance before me. That's why he proposed to me. He wanted to take everything."
“How’s that possible?"
"Look." She shifted her phone screen toward him.
Dean let a breath escape from his mouth, releasing his jaw from the instructions presented on the screen.
"Of course," he said. "I ruined his plans, so he poisoned
