Forensic examiner Violet Sinclair gets dumped over her 'unromantic' profession. After drowning her sorrows at a bar, she accidentally sleeps with her ex's uncle Ethan Westwood! 'They say I smell of deth,' she admits. He smirks: 'Perfect. They call me the profit-obsessed shark. Miss Sinclair, since we’re such a perfect match in all the wrong ways, how about we just go get married?
