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Morgan knew that life could turn on a dime and alter your course so far left, it would take years to find your way back It could cripple and maim and destroy She knew this It was the s from the shadows Safe in the protection the dark, silent corners afforded If you didn’t let yourself care or love, then the probability of getting hurt was pretty much zero

She’d lived by that code ever since the accident But soed to smash down those walls, and now she was out in the open, her face turned to the sun, her heart exposed and vulnerable She’d realized it days earlier and had s would be different Maybe this tiet hurt

But that’s the thing about life Its unpredictability is the one thing that makes it so damn predictable

It was late afternoon when the doorbell rang Morgan had spent eneral lack of enthusiass over the past six years, his records were in sha minute out at the McLaren place, and with her head in the clouds, she needed a distraction

Once she’d exited the bookkeeping progralanced at her watch and headed for the door It was al her spine Within the hour, she’d be at Cooper’s She sht

Not bothering to glance through the side , she opened the door expecting, well, she didn’t knohat she’d been expecting, but it sure as hell wasn’t a flash going off, along with a stranger standing on the porch, holding what looked to be a video camera and a microphone

Confused for a moment, it took a bit for her brain to catch up and co on

“Miss Campbell, any comment for us on your relationship with Cooper Simon?”

Ice rushed through her, and she froze “I… Who are you?”

Dressed in jeans and red-and-blue-plaid flannel, the stranger was on the tall side He wasn’t as young as he’d first appeared, and his dark, curly hair was peppered with gray It stuck out fronified shrewd blue eyes, and she shuddered as they did a slow perusal of her body The fact that they lingered along her right side, there where her collared shirt and hair hid her scars, had alar almost immediately

“You’ve heard of Hollywood Tattler?”

“I…” She had Of course she had Everyone in America had

Those damn alar at the edge of the door as panic rolled through her, accompanied by a healthy dose of fear

Theout and effectively stopping the door fro shut

“Can you givethe pseudonym for Cooper Simon? Can you tell me when you found out? How you found out? Did you know about Holly Adams? About their baby and the attempted suicide?”