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Оглавление“What are you doing?”
Kyler rushed over and grabbed her backpack from Dante. “It’s…”
“Empty,” he provided plainly.
Dante stretched an arm across the back of the divan and crossed his legs casually. He wore dark slacks and his unbuttoned white shirt revealed hard abs… that she had licked not hours earlier.
“You did this! You had this all planned out!”
“I performed no such trickery. You’ll recall it was you who eagerly suggested we finish off the evening here.”
“You were scheming. Hoping to get me alone so you could steal the egg from me. I can’t believe I fell for that!”
He waved a hand, dismissing the comment. “Doesn’t matter now. I’ve come to Venice to claim the Fabergé egg, and I won’t leave without it.”
“So you admit you used me—seduced me—to get what you wanted?”
He lifted a finger. “Seducing you was not my original intention. That was a fortuitous bonus.”
