Sin and the Millionaire by Lucy Farago Page A

he doesn’t have any sympathy for his wife when she walks in on it. I’m going to enjoy raking his ass over the coals.”
    â€œThen let me guess,” Lizzy said. “She confronts Victoria at the party?”
    â€œIt’s the likely scenario. The press was there and I’m thinking your wife didn’t want her affair with two men exposed. Plus as you said, she was trying to extort money out of you. She couldn’t do that if someone else told you about the affair. She agrees to talk to Mrs. Ferguson privately. That late in the evening, the pool would have made a viable option. We found broken glass on the patio deck and in your wife’s hair. The murder weapon we told you about was the remains of a broken wine bottle. It had your wife’s blood on it.”
    â€œSo they fought? Was it murder or an accident?”
    â€œNo, sir, not an accident. If your wife had fallen in the pool, Mrs. Ferguson didn’t help her get out. But as we said, we found blood under her shoe and traces on the deck. Her body was dumped in the pool and then the evidence tampered with. The camera in the hotel lobby caught Mrs. Ferguson leaving at 2:30.”
    â€œAnd the earring?” Duncan asked.
    â€œWe found a photograph of your wife taken by one of the papers. She’s wearing the earring.”
    â€œSo she kills my wife and takes the earring.”
    â€œThat’s our theory. I’ll let you know what happens once we’re done questioning her. Right now there’s enough evidence to charge her.”
    â€œThank you, lieutenant. I appreciate that.”
    â€œNot a problem. And the two of you should get some sleep. You both look like you’ve been up for days.”
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    Duncan saw Lieutenant Cooper to the door while Lizzy threw herself onto one of the couches. If she shut her eyes, she’d be out in seconds. Yawning, she stretched from fingertips to toes and cuddled deeper into the overstuffed cushions. She could sleep for a week and still she didn’t think it would be enough. She covered her mouth as another yawn overtook her.
    â€œBreathe,” Duncan said.
    â€œBreathe?”
    â€œYawning is our body’s response to lack of oxygen. We get tired and we forget to breathe properly.”
    â€œAnd what app told you that?”
    â€œNo app, my yoga teacher.”
    â€œYoga?”
    He nodded, taking a seat beside her.
    â€œAs much as I am dying to know the when, where, and why of you taking yoga, I’m way too tired. Remind me to tease you tomorrow.”
    â€œMay I also remind you that you need to tell me you love me?”
    â€œTomorrow.” She let her head, too heavy for her neck to hold, fall onto his shoulder.
    â€œGood. Lizzy?”
    â€œYes,” she said, her eyes drifting close.
    â€œIt’s tomorrow.”
    â€œYou’re not going to let this go, are you?” She was too tired to argue and too tired to think straight.
    â€œLizzy?”
    â€œMmm?”
    â€œDo you remember finding out your name was on my plane’s manifest for Tahoe?”
    Her eyes flew open. She’d completely forgotten about that. “Now I do.” Her first reaction was to rip out the hair of whomever he’d been planning to take to Tahoe. She brushed that wild notion off to exhaustion and then realized she was an idiot. Saying goodbye to the comfy couch, she sat up. “You’d planned to take me to Tahoe for Valentine’s, without asking?”
    â€œNo, of course not.”
    â€œYou told your pilot you were.”
    â€œI was planning ahead.”
    â€œI see. And when had you planned to do the asking part?”
    â€œI hadn’t worked that out yet,” he said, looking far more confident than one should after admitting to plotting a romantic getaway without yet asking the woman.
    This was not the Duncan she knew. It did odd things to her girlie parts. He did odd things to her and not just in a hot and bothered kind