Matt kicked at the blanket around his waist. The room was warm enough thanks to the heater but even in sleep he couldn’t help but notice that the other side of the bed was cold. He groaned and reached out to pat the side of the bed Sophia had been laying on the night before, her sexy, warm body pressed against him. His back still stung from having her rake her nails across them. He smiled, she was such a wild minx and he enjoyed every bit of her passion.Now, where was she?His eyes were wild open now and brain clear, in the dim light of the room, he could see she was not in bed, and if the cool sheets were any indication she had been out of bed for a long time. Did she leave? It wouldn’t be the first time.How had he not heard her moving around?‘I’m not leaving tonight,” she said last night.His heart fell. Oh well…He pushed the covers away and sat up then paused because there on his chaise was Sophia curled up with her head on the high side of the backrest, she was wearing his shi

She stared into his eyes waiting for an answer while her heart thumped in her chest. Sophia held her breath. If he killed his father then Zach had it coming for being a terrible father. Yet… “As much as I wanted to,” his voice was low but clear enough. “I didn’t pull the trigger that ended his life.” He looked down at her. His eyes were dark with shadows, memories of the past, tormented. “I was the first on the scene.” He looked away. “I came home that night and slipped on the water someone spilled on the floor in the doorway, except it wasn’t water…it was my father’s blood and when I fell I landed right on his cold, stiff body.” “He was dead for hours before you walked in?” Sophia asked with a frown. He nodded. “When the police finally arrived I was covered with his blood so naturally I was the first suspect until they couldn’t find the murder weapon.” He looked back at her, his eyes were darker with emotions. “He was shot in the face beyond recognition. Whoever killed him hated hi

Both sisters sat in the back of Matt’s car. It has taken some time and a long story cut short to fill Alfie in on the important details of why Sophia was now with a lookalike who was heavily pregnant and why she would be going with her to Matt’s condominium. Abigail had insisted that she “meets this Matt Wolffe who has stolen my baby sister away from me.”Too excited to say no Sophia had agreed. While both sisters hugged and cried Stella and Ms. Hart had walked in innocently holding each other. Sophia raised a brow at Stella and she shrugged innocently. When Stella put her arms around Sophia though a warm feeling enveloped her. Of all the members of the Copy Cats, Stella was the one she wasn’t closest with but these few months with her brought them closer and in Stella, she saw a friend she could trust.Abigail’s phone beeped. She retrieved it from her purse and peered at the screen. With a sound that was a cross between a groan and a chuckle, she put her phone away. “My husband is wo

“If you can have him over this morning that will be nice, thanks. Tell him it’s urgent.” Sophia sat on the couch munching on a plate of eggs and toast watching Matt talk into the phone. He was talking with Lawrence. She was finally able to get him to sleep an hour before Marie resumed her duties that morning. Now that he was awake and moving she knew he wouldn’t put off investigating his father’s death any longer. He paused for a while and frowned. Then he rolled his eyes skywards. “Yes, Lawrence it is I, Matt, speaking. What is wrong with you? Tell Will it’s urgent and if he can’t take the job find another private investigator please.” A second later he slid his phone into his pocket. “Can you believe Lawrence asked if it was really me talking on the phone?” he scoffed. “Probably because that’s the nicest you’ve ever spoken to him.” Marie came out of the kitchen with her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “What do you need a private investigator for?” she queried. “You are not in any s

Sophia sat beside Matt’s bed with her head bowed on the thin layers of sheets. The strong smell of disinfectant and antibiotics surrounded her. It was a smell she was used to after working in this hospital yet today she couldn’t endure the smell. It had nothing to do with the smell itself only the fact that she felt nauseous when the thought of Matt’s poisoning crossed her mind, which was often.She lifted her head to look at him for the thousandth time. His face was relaxed now, a healthy pallor had returned to his handsome face, yet his lips remained chapped and slightly discolored. However, his breathing was calmer now that the poison was purged out.Acetic acid.That was the poisonous trace found in the juice according to the lab reports.Praying in her heart that the doctors were right, that the poison hadn’t destroyed his organs, she touched his hand and held it in hers. Earlier, Lawrence had come to the hospital as soon as he heard the news. He waited and offered comfort while