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Olivia was furious with herself. She’d been so sure that Kevin Harrison was the man they were looking for—so sure that she hadn’t bothered to come up with any other theories.
She didn’t usually operate that way. Don’t close your mind to other possibilities. Her first course instructor had drilled that into her. All of her experience had told her the same thing.
She’d been completely distracted, and only one person was to blame for that. Not the irresistible man sitting next to her in the Alfa Romeo they’d rented.
Nope, the blame was all hers. She’d allowed herself to get distracted. She’d allowed herself to forget the rule she’d lived by ever since Steve. I’m the only one I can count on.
Back to business. Work had saved her back when she was a brokenhearted newly divorced beginner.
