PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

looked worse than he had in the hospital. His jaw was tight, his hair not quite perfect, his tie a little crooked. Tessa Monroe, his assistant and rumored lover, stood behind him in a camel-colored coat, pretending to study her phone.

Savannah watched Bryce notice the reporters.

His face changed.

The coldness softened into concern.

He stepped toward her.continue reading …