Elliott couldn't believe his eyes when he entered his house and saw his longtime friend, Mitch, sitting on the couch, studying something on Sam's computer. A streak of jealousy traveled through his blood and he fisted his hands, resting them on his hips.

After Mitch explained the confusion, Elliott stood rigid, astonished Sam could believe him to be capable of murder. He stared at her, speechless, and watched as she stuffed her stocking feet into her boots, grabbed her coat ...