Tyler sat thunderstruck, scarcely able to fathom the ironic circumstances that had brought him to Arizona to face Rayna after nineteen years. With her own reaction confirming the realization that had slowly dawned on him the past half hour, he stared back at her, his pulse hammering with the final shock of recognition.
"That"s the prosecuting attorney," Sheldon Freestone had whispered to him when they"d first stepped into the courtroom. "She"s a real bulldog. We have our work cut out for us," he"d added begrudgingly.
Never in a million years would Tyler have imagined that the woman with dark wavy hair would turn out to be Rayna Daniels from Summersville, South Carolina. But there"d been something about her right from the start. Perhaps it was her voice and the faint remains of long south
