It was a photo.
A second later, another message popped up.
**[Olivia, I had someone take this for me. Does it look familiar?]**
Olivia Bennett tapped the photo, making it expand to fill her phone screen.
It showed a woman in a bright red dress, stylish and striking, her arm linked with a middle-aged man.
Olivia knew both of them. The man was Mason Bennett—her father. The woman was the same one she'd run into at the hospital a few days ago, though her outfit was different. That face, though—Olivia would have recognized it anywhere.
She swiped through the image a couple of times, then quickly typed back:
**[Yeah, that’s her.]**
**[You got any more?]**
Damian Franklin replied almost instantly.
**[I’ve got a few more. Maybe a dozen or so.]**
Olivia’s lips pressed together in a thoughtful line. She didn’t hesitate before firing off another message:
**[I’ll swing by tomorrow.]**
She’d been toying with the idea of exposing Mason at the wedding, but hadn’t actually talked it through with Damian yet. Now that she had the pictures, it was time to loop him in. Whether they’d go through with it or not, they’d have to decide together.
Damian’s answer was quick:
**[Sounds good.]**
Olivia didn’t reply. She just curled her fingers around her phone, staring at the photo again. Her thoughts drifted, so far away she didn’t even notice Ethan Carter walk into the room.
“What’s got you so deep in thought?”
Ethan’s voice came from right behind her, across the back of the couch. He leaned down, his lips close to her ear.
His deep, warm voice startled her out of her reverie. Olivia turned her head, and her lips accidentally brushed his.
She froze for a split second, then pulled away. “You have to stop sneaking up on me.”
Ethan grinned, clearly amused. He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips, his nose grazing her cheek.

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