I'd had enough of her lying to me. "The cookbook, Molly. The one Ron was launching full of all the recipes your grandmother developed over her lifetime. The ones he stole from her when they were on the show together the first season. The same ones he was claiming were his own and planned to turn into a TV show." I scowled at her, made an ugly connection. "The reason you signed up for this circus in the first place."

For a moment I thought she was going to deny it. Lie again and ...