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Chapter One

Some days, Rafe Sullivan hated his job

The elegantly dressed wo down her face, and her once-flawlessin black streams down her cheeks He slid the box of tissues closer to her, but she was too busy sobbing and clutching the photos that Rafe had given her to notice

In each of the dozen pictures, his client’s CEO husband ith a different woman Brunettes, blondes, and redheads were all represented The only thing the man seemed to discriminate by was cup size, as each of the wo wife on who

"That bastard!" she spat between sobs "He swore he would never cheat He said I was everything to hi vows, he stood up in front of my family and told aze from the pictures, her eyes overfull with pain "Why couldn’t he be faithful? Is it because I’m not as pretty as these women?"

Seven years ago, when Rafe had decided to leave the police force and open up his own investigation firh ideals Justice Truth That hat he’d been after He now had half a dozen people working for him, and idely considered to run the best PI firton State

How the hell had it coo into every case with an open h could the statistics be in favor of infidelity? Fifty percent was high, he’d figured Sixty percent would have been nuts

He hadn’t iined a world in which one hundred percent of the people he investigated were up to no good

So whether or not high-profile —and they alere, for every client he’d taken on—had eclipsed his other cases, but he couldn’t justify turning down the pricey jobs when he had a staff depending on him for salaries and benefits

Still, though he’d been doing this for nearly a decade, Rafe had never figured out how to numb himself to the moment when he handed his client the pictures he and his staff had taken of infidelity in action He couldn’t help but feel that he was at least partly responsible for their tears

But most of all, he hated the way the wo themselves

"This is not your fault," he said in a gentle voice

He would have told his client that she was easily as beautiful as the woht even have reached out to touch her hand in coht him he couldn’t even do that

Comfort and much-needed co o down that road once, but it had been lesson enough He’d known better than to start anything up with one of his ex-clients, but she’d been persistent and prettyand he’d been tired and just plain stupid Boy had that been a major screw-up