The Secret I Heard in the Operating Room Changed Everything

I'd had a hopeless crush on Rhett Beaumont since I was practically a kid.

He was my dad's business partner – older, suave, the kind of Southern gentleman who could charm anyone.

For years, I'd built up these elaborate daydreams about him.

Then, at the annual Historical Society Gala, he finally seemed to see me.

His smile, just for me, made my heart do that stupid little flip.

He leaned in, promising a private chat later, and my head was spinning. This was it.

But "it" turned into a horrifying trap.