head, then accepted the hand he offered to help her sit up.
âNow?â she asked.
âNo time like the present. Besides, if we donât start talking business, Iâm going to get down to business, if you know what I mean.â
âAnd thatâs a bad thing?â
His eyes flared with consternation. âWeâre taking it slow this time.â
She nodded as if in agreement and then went to her desk to retrieve the file sheâd collected on her painting. But when she sat beside him again, she skewered him with an indignant look.
âWhy?â
âWhy what?â
âWhy are we taking it slow? I mean, youâre only going to be here for a week, tops. If we canât get mypainting back before the guy makes it public, then our plan is dead in the water and you have no reason to stay.â
He slid the file in front of him and started pawing through the documents. âI might have a reason to stay.â
âLike?â
âYou.â
âMe?â
He groaned, probably because she was being purposefully dense. She knew what he meantâor at least, she thought she knewâbut she couldnât really wrap her mind around believing it.
âDo you know what happened to me when you threw me out of your bedroom the night before your wedding?â he asked.
He sounded angry, but somehow, his frustration did not seem focused on her.
âI have no idea.â
âI went to Mexico,â he said, his tone making it clear that he hated Mexico.
âIâmâ¦sorry?â she tried, not exactly certain what she was supposed to say.
âYeah, so was I. A sorry mess. For a whole month, I survived on tequila and tortillas. I felt like crap for what Iâd done to you, Abby, but even worse than that, I felt like Iâd let myself down.â
âI donât understand.â
From what sheâd found out in the week between his stealing her painting and his reappearance on the eve of her wedding to Marshall, David Brandon, aka Danny Burnett, had established himself as one of the foremost art thieves in the country. His name was listed on several government-agency watch lists, as well as Interpol. Complaints against him came from many of the same people she dealt with in the art worldâgallery owners,private collectors, museum curators. Seducing her so he could get his hands on an undiscovered painting by an increasingly popular artist, Bastien Pierre-Louis, had been a strategy he must have used before. So while she could understand how heâd let her down, for him, it had been business as usual.
He shoved the file away and turned aside, cursing quietly, though it was loud enough for her to make out the word.
âI shouldnât have gotten personally involved with you, Abby. I never had before and I never have since.â
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âB UT I WASNâT THE FIRST woman you seduced in order to steal something,â she guessed.
Danny shook his head, wincing at the depths of her low opinion of him. Yes, heâd enjoyed a few brief affairs during some of his jobs. A spark of attraction had led to the gathering of important information like security procedures, secret hiding places or, as in Abbyâs case, safe combination numbers. But heâd never gone out of his way to seduce the information out of a woman. Heâd never immersed himself in learning everything about a womanâs past, habits, interests and vulnerabilities in order to exploit her.
But the minute heâd first seen Abby, heâd known thatâs what he had to do. Not because it was the only way to get the painting, which rarelyâif everâleft the family vault. He had a million different ways to infiltrate security systems that didnât include seducing the woman with the combination. But with Abby, he hadnât been able to resist.
Though moneyed and privileged, she possessed a kind of innocent naïveté that arrested his attention, but he
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