Simone sat in silence at one end of the table and Reece sat at the other, trying not to stare at his ex-wife. She looked the same. The curve of her cheek, the soft chestnut sheen of her hair. If he hadn’t known differently, he’d have thought the morning was no different from any of the others they’d shared during their marriage.

Except that somehow he’d crossed through the mirror, everything turned inside out as if he were Alice through the looking glass.

His head was insisting that what was done was done. That he needed to let it go and move on. But his heart wasn’t having any of that. His heart wanted his wife back. Wanted the life they’d shared…And nothing—not even the pain of knowing that none of it had been real—could change that fact.

God, what a mess. And to top it off, in less than an hour, they were heading into what was quite possibly a trap…