CHAPTER 10

“What the hell is going on?”

Rowena jerked, stabbing herself with her pen and sending black ink gliding across the back of her hand. She blinked at Summer, disoriented and a little unsteady.

“What are you talking about?”

“This…” her friend replied, slapping a folded newspaper on top of the year-to-date expense report she’d been reading before Summer’s incredulous voice had interrupted.

Rowena stared… She’d never seen Summer so agitated. Leaning forward, she furiously scanned the page.

“There’s a gala at Paramount Theatre on Saturday?” Rowena said then looked up. “I can’t get an invitation, Summie. You’re the one with family in high places.”

“Very funny! No, not that.”

Summer glared and pointed to the bottom of the page.

“This. The story about Dr. Lovejoy. Accompanied by a picture of him with you.”

“What?”

Snatching the flimsy paper from her desk, Rowena stared at the unmistakable picture of Heath… with his arm draped around her shoulders. It had