Fawn’s POV
Richard’s voice slid over me like oil on water. I turned, arching one perfectly sculpted eyebrow as if surprised to find him addressing me.
“Mr. Jones.” I extended my hand, watching him closely from under my lashes. “I do believe we have spoken before. It’s nice to see you again.”
He took my hand, holding it a beat too long. I felt bile fill my mouth at his touch and my heart rate increase. It wasn’t a panic attack, just being this close to the people who had killed me. “It’s been a while, though I spotted you at my wife’s funeral. I have to say I was unaware you knew Fawn.”
Oh, he seemed so heartbroken, appearing here with his mistress not even months after his wife’s death, and it hadn’t stopped him while they were married.
I took a slow, deliberate breath, considering my
