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Innocent Lies
Innocent Lies
Innocent Lies
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I didn't kill my wife!
There's a killer on the loose.

My whole town thinks it's me.

Maybe I'm a bastard. Maybe I'm a mean person.

Maybe I was a bad husband.

But I didn't kill my god damn wife!

***

My sister was dead. I'll never be the same.

But I knew he was innocent, and I had to find the real killer.

The person who killed my sister. The person who killed his wife.

As we dug deeper, though, I started feeling things for him...

I was falling in love with him.

Too bad his love came with a dangerous price.

At a glance:

Themes: Murder mystery, romantic suspense, whodunnit, unexpected love, erotic thriller

Notes: Standalone, Happily Ever After (HEA), sexy romance with lots of heat!

LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 30, 2018
ISBN9780463252192
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    Innocent Lies - Amy Faye

    Innocent Lies

    Romantic Suspense

    Amy Faye

    Published by Heartthrob Publishing

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    One

    Josh looked across the room. There had been a thousand things that needed to be done. And he'd just finished.

    He tried to run down the list again. He'd cleaned the whole place. It wasn't bad, of course. It never was, when Cora went away for a while. He never came around unless it was for her.

    So he'd cleaned the two cups of coffee that he'd let sit out and never bothered to clean up, and they were drying on the rack.

    He'd managed to dust the whole place, too. It had taken some doing. Though he was a tall man, there were some places that humans were not meant to reach in the house, it seemed. With adequate application of a stepladder, the place was practically shining.

    That was the basics, though. It wasn't every day that he had an anniversary coming up, and he was going to make damned sure that this one was as special as he could. He'd been away too much lately, and it had started to wear on his wife.

    He'd seen it. Coraline was practically burning up inside every day that he stayed out late. It was a year past time that he made it up to her, but he was going to make sure that he did everything he could.

    He checked the box of chocolates. It was propped up just right. The roses in front of it. Picture perfect. He pulled a face. It was hard to know how to be romantic. Nobody taught you this stuff. So he just had to try to guess and do what he could.

    He traced the rose petals back to the door. The line was thin enough that he wouldn't need more than a minute or two to sweep the whole thing up.

    He let out a long breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The sound of footsteps outside the door signaled to him that he needed to clear out of the front room, and he needed to do it fast. He heeled and toed it out of there as fast as he could. Slid into a chair in the kitchen that was positioned to give him easy access to the steaks.

    They had been resting for five minutes. If the internet was to be believed, they might do with another five more. But he wasn't concerned. As long as they weren't burnt, and they weren't cold, he was doing well on the balance.

    The door opened. He heard Cora's voice.

    What is this?

    He bit the insides of his cheeks. The sound of surprise in her voice was genuine enough that he was enjoying it more than maybe he should have. She came through the door. She didn't notice him, at least not right away. She picked up the chocolates first, then the roses.

    The look on her face was the first big surprise that Joshua Stark received that night. There would be more to come; in hindsight, it wasn't even going to register on the scale. But at the time, it stung. She looked like she was annoyed that he'd done any of it.

    I made dinner, he said, rising from the chair. He pulled the aluminum foil off of the plates. The steaks had cost him more than it might have been wise to spend on a single meal. Not that he couldn't afford it, of course. Between Cora and him, they made more than enough money. Without any kids, the money just piled up, waiting to be spent.

    He slid the plate into place on the table, and leaned in for a kiss.

    She leaned back. Avoided the kiss. He didn't understand, and he didn't make an effort to hide his confusion. Maybe even annoyance.

    Is something wrong?

    This is just... so much, she said. Like it was supposed to make sense to him that she would be overwhelmed. Maybe it was overwhelming, but he'd figured it would be at least a good overwhelming.

    Is something wrong? Josh was so confused that it didn't register that he'd already asked the question. He didn't consider himself to be a genius of the human psyche. That didn't mean that he was stupid, either. He knew what it looked like when someone was upset. And she was upset. If only she'd tell him what was upsetting her, maybe they'd be getting somewhere.

    You shouldn't have gone to all this trouble.

    The next few moments, Josh stared at her. Completely expressionless. The comment hung in the air for a long, silent moment. Then he snarled.

    Why are you acting like this? I'm doing by best, Cora.

    I want a divorce, she said flatly.

    Josh looked at her, his eyes wide. His arm moved automatically, without any thought behind it at all. A plate shattered against the wall. Then he stormed up the stairs, through the bedroom door. It slammed shut behind him.

    Downstairs, the front door opened. It had a creak that he'd been meaning to fix. He hadn't had a spare minute since last summer, and then it had been so hot that he didn't want to. It had been like that for three years now. Either he was too busy, or it was the wrong time to work on it.

    He waited, but she didn't come home that night. At least, not that he was able to say.

    Josh wasn't able to say when he noticed it, but eventually, he realized as he was staring gloomily out the window, there was someone in front of the house.

    Linda Goodwin was a woman in her seventies, and she had eyes so bad that she couldn't have recognized him if he headbutted her. But for all her bad eyes, she was keen on watching the goings-on around the neighborhood, as best she could. And right now, she was standing on his sidewalk, staring towards the house.

    Then she pulled out an ancient cellular phone, one he'd never known she had. She dialed something, and put the phone to her ears. He frowned at her. Waited. She didn't move. Put the phone back into a patch pocket on her dress, and waited. He waited, too. Neither of them had to wait very long.

    Twenty minutes later, he was being ushered into the back seat of a squad car. And an hour after that, an hour that included more waiting, this time with his arms pulled into awkward positions, he was finally being greeted by another human being.

    The man introduced

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