Chapter 137: Murder in the Heat of Passion

The last few words Faith Scurr heard shook her to the core. With her background and her looks, she'd never lacked suitors. Plenty of men had said things sweeter than anything Lewis Casson had just murmured. She usually let that kind of talk wash over her, then forgot it. But for some reason, what Lewis said took root-she knew she'd never forget it. Faith stayed quiet for a long moment. Lewis watched her, the corner of his mouth tilting into a wicked smile. His hand slid up, slow and deliberate,...