knew enough about women to spot the type who werekeeping their true passions under wraps. Maybe it was the way she lingered in the sections of the museum that housed the more evocative sculpturesâmaybe it was the way she spoke in whispers to her friends while they admired paintings that ventured near to erotic. Whatever it was, heâd needed to know more about her.
So heâd learned. And in that learning, heâd fallen in love.
Or at least, thatâs what heâd called it at the time. After pining for her for six full months in Mexico, though, he hadnât been so sure. From what heâd heard about love, it required two people to share things like trust and honesty. Heâd done neither with her thenâbut he was ready to do it now.
He couldnât help but glance down at the ring and wonder.
âI didnât make it common practice to get so closely involved with my marks,â he said, shifting so that his hand was out of sight. âIn fact, in my business, it usually pays to stay in the background and do reconnaissance without interacting with anyone. That way, no one remembers you well enough to describe you to the police.â
âI could have described you very vividly,â she mused, her voice deepening to throaty levels that scraped against his skin like fine-grade sandpaper.
âMore vividly than you know,â he said, trying to ignore her perfume, which was suddenly invading his space with alluring hints of vanilla and spice. âYou knew things about me Iâd never told anyone.â
She snickered. âI didnât know anything about you! I knew about David Brandon, but he wasnât even real.â
He shrugged. âHe wasnât entirely made up. A good lie is one thatâs based on truth.â
Her expression turned curious. âWhat was the truth, then? You told me that you were a military brat who traveled all over the world. Was that true?â
âI did travel a lot, but mostly because my mother was a junkie who had a thing for long-road truckers.â
âHow old were you when you ended up in foster care?â she asked.
He arched a brow.
âI told you Iâd done my own research, Danny. But Iâd like to hear about it from you.â
Danny chuckled mirthlessly. He didnât like to talk about his childhood. Few foster kids did. Living the life of an unwanted brat shuttled through a cold and broken system had hardened just about every child it touched. But Danny had, eventually, found a situation he could manipulate, if not thrive in. The Burnetts had been far from perfect, but theyâd, at the very least, given him a trade and a sister in their daughter, Lucy.
âI donât remember much about the first years. I never stayed anywhere longer than six months because I had a habit of taking things that didnât belong to me and trading them in school or on the street for stuff I needed. Then when I was around twelve, I ended up in the Burnett household.â
âAnd it was different?â
âNot really, except for one thing. Lucy. She was their only biological child amid a houseful of ever-changing fosters. She and IâI donât knowâconnected, I guess. We were best friends. Still are, which is convenient since sheâs about to marry my brother.â
âWhich brother?â
âAlejandro,â he affirmed. âAfter I was framed for the attack on the security guard and arrested, a hired thug named Jimmy the Rim paid me a visit in jail andoffered me a tradeâmy continued good health for this ring. Trouble was, I didnât know where the ring was. Ramon, my biological father, had owned it, but he was dead. Lucyâ¦â Here, Danny decided to alter the facts. He could share his own secrets with Abby, but Lucyâs private life wasnât his to reveal. âWell, letâs just say she went to Alejandro to find out about the ring, and in the process, they fell
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