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Authors: Kate Kelly
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Gage halted at the threshold of Moira Pascotto’s crowded art gallery and scowled. Sophie, wearing some kind of slippery, slinky dress that changed colors when she moved, placed her empty wine glass on the table beside her and grabbed a full one, then laughed up at the dark, good looking man talking to her.
A dark, good looking man who just happened to be his boss, Parker. Damn. She’d probably been the kind of kid who jumped into the deep end of the pool every damned time.
He stepped in her direction, but someone curled their fingers around his wrist.
“Darling, you’re not going to leave me on my own already, are you?”
One glimpse. One freaking glimpse of Sophie, and he’d forgotten about the foxy lady who’d graciously agreed at the eleventh hour to go out with him. Was he nuts?
He slipped his arm around Elaine Logan’s slender waist and smiled into her anxious green eyes. “Of course not. That’s my boss over there. I should say hello." He nodded toward Sophie and Parker.
“Should I go with you?” Her dark red fingernails dug into the sleeve of his tan sports coat.
For a few short months last year those long fingernails had been an unbelievable turn on. The sex had been great, but Elaine’s inability to make the smallest decision without his input had driven him crazy.
But the sex had been great. Hold that thought. He patted Elaine’s hand and led her across the room toward the table where Sophie had polished off another glass of wine and was starting on her third. At least, he hoped it was only her third.
Parker had a fox-cornering-the-chicken look on his face. He probably thought he’d solved the case just from listening to Sophie chatter on. Who knows, maybe Parker had, but Gage didn’t think so. He had this worrying feeling deep in his gut that Sophie was as innocent as she appeared.
Halfway across the room, he faltered. A feeling in his gut? Where had that come from? He didn’t have feelings when it came to working a case. He had facts, pure and simple.
“Gage. I see you made it." Parker turned to him as they approached the table.
“Parker." Only three hours ago, the Super had more or less ordered him to show up at Moira Pascotto’s opening tonight. Gage wasn’t sure if Parker wanted him there for backup in case Parker’s wife, Linda, came face to face with the dealer who sold her the fake Matisse or if he thought one of the Pascottos would let something significant slip after a few glasses of vino. Either way, the small, crowded art gallery was the last place Gage wanted to be right now.
He shook his boss’s hand, then drew Elaine forward. “You remember Elaine, don’t you?”
“How could I forget?” Parker smiled at Elaine. Rather, he smiled at Elaine’s breasts, which were hard not to look at, generous and bouncy as they were.
Gage had considered copping a feel when he’d arrived at her apartment to pick her up earlier, but for some reason, he couldn’t work up the enthusiasm to follow through on that thought.
“And this is Sophie Pascotto." He introduced the two women. “Sophie, Elaine Logan."
“Your dress is darling." Elaine smiled.
Darling was hardly the word he’d have picked to describe Sophie’s dress. Sexy as hell, maybe. It changed from blue to green, then back to blue every time she moved, and although the material looked real enough, he had the feeling if he touched the dress it would feel as insubstantial as air. As if she wore nothing at all but an illusion.
Sophie’s shoved her half finished glass of wine into Elaine’s hands. “I think I’m going to be sick."
Gage closed his eyes on a sigh as Sophie scurried from the room. God save him from unpredictable women. Parker probably thought her a drunk as well as a virtuoso of art forgery.
“Aren’t you going to go after her?” Parker’s voice grated in his ear.
Only if he had to. Which apparently he did, judging the anxiety in Parker’s strained expression. Did his boss
Gage halted at the threshold of Moira Pascotto’s crowded art gallery and scowled. Sophie, wearing some kind of slippery, slinky dress that changed colors when she moved, placed her empty wine glass on the table beside her and grabbed a full one, then laughed up at the dark, good looking man talking to her.
A dark, good looking man who just happened to be his boss, Parker. Damn. She’d probably been the kind of kid who jumped into the deep end of the pool every damned time.
He stepped in her direction, but someone curled their fingers around his wrist.
“Darling, you’re not going to leave me on my own already, are you?”
One glimpse. One freaking glimpse of Sophie, and he’d forgotten about the foxy lady who’d graciously agreed at the eleventh hour to go out with him. Was he nuts?
He slipped his arm around Elaine Logan’s slender waist and smiled into her anxious green eyes. “Of course not. That’s my boss over there. I should say hello." He nodded toward Sophie and Parker.
“Should I go with you?” Her dark red fingernails dug into the sleeve of his tan sports coat.
For a few short months last year those long fingernails had been an unbelievable turn on. The sex had been great, but Elaine’s inability to make the smallest decision without his input had driven him crazy.
But the sex had been great. Hold that thought. He patted Elaine’s hand and led her across the room toward the table where Sophie had polished off another glass of wine and was starting on her third. At least, he hoped it was only her third.
Parker had a fox-cornering-the-chicken look on his face. He probably thought he’d solved the case just from listening to Sophie chatter on. Who knows, maybe Parker had, but Gage didn’t think so. He had this worrying feeling deep in his gut that Sophie was as innocent as she appeared.
Halfway across the room, he faltered. A feeling in his gut? Where had that come from? He didn’t have feelings when it came to working a case. He had facts, pure and simple.
“Gage. I see you made it." Parker turned to him as they approached the table.
“Parker." Only three hours ago, the Super had more or less ordered him to show up at Moira Pascotto’s opening tonight. Gage wasn’t sure if Parker wanted him there for backup in case Parker’s wife, Linda, came face to face with the dealer who sold her the fake Matisse or if he thought one of the Pascottos would let something significant slip after a few glasses of vino. Either way, the small, crowded art gallery was the last place Gage wanted to be right now.
He shook his boss’s hand, then drew Elaine forward. “You remember Elaine, don’t you?”
“How could I forget?” Parker smiled at Elaine. Rather, he smiled at Elaine’s breasts, which were hard not to look at, generous and bouncy as they were.
Gage had considered copping a feel when he’d arrived at her apartment to pick her up earlier, but for some reason, he couldn’t work up the enthusiasm to follow through on that thought.
“And this is Sophie Pascotto." He introduced the two women. “Sophie, Elaine Logan."
“Your dress is darling." Elaine smiled.
Darling was hardly the word he’d have picked to describe Sophie’s dress. Sexy as hell, maybe. It changed from blue to green, then back to blue every time she moved, and although the material looked real enough, he had the feeling if he touched the dress it would feel as insubstantial as air. As if she wore nothing at all but an illusion.
Sophie’s shoved her half finished glass of wine into Elaine’s hands. “I think I’m going to be sick."
Gage closed his eyes on a sigh as Sophie scurried from the room. God save him from unpredictable women. Parker probably thought her a drunk as well as a virtuoso of art forgery.
“Aren’t you going to go after her?” Parker’s voice grated in his ear.
Only if he had to. Which apparently he did, judging the anxiety in Parker’s strained expression. Did his boss
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