No, she couldn't be Zachary's fiancée.

I knew him—if he had a fiancée, he would've told me. He wouldn't let a ticking time bomb like this threaten the trust we'd carefully built.

I took a steady breath and looked up with a calm smile.

The woman standing before me had a striking, youthful face— big eyes, a white blouse tucked into a sleek black skirt. There was an air of aloofness about her, like someone used to holding themselves about others. I ...