Startled out of her private thoughts, Paige’s eyes flew open and she yanked the gown from her body. Turning around, she found Josh lounging casually in the doorway, male appreciation glimmering in his dark eyes. He looked entirely too sexy in khaki pants, a collared shirt, and a light sports jacket. And that beguiling grin tipping the corner of his mouth sent her pulse into a tailspin.
He pushed off the door frame and entered the room. “If you’d like to model it, I’d be a captive audience.”
She’d just bet he would! “I don’t think so,” she said, hooking the gown back onto the rack.
He shrugged those broad shoulders of his, looking adorably mischievous. “Can’t blame a guy for asking.” His smile faded, dispelling the intimate moment. “So, how was your day?”
“Same as every other day this week.” Her tone was sarcastic, but she couldn’t hold back her resentment. “Long. Restrictive. No privacy.”
“It can’t be helped,” he said sympathetically.
“No, I don’t suppose it can be.” Irritated for a number of reasons, she gathered the packing slips from that morning’s shipment of clothes and put them in a neat pile on the counter.
“I’ve got something to show you,” Josh said, smoothing over the awkward moment.
She fumbled with a paper clip, something to keep her hands busy. “Oh?”
“I put it in your office.” He nodded his head in that direction. “C’mon and I’ll show it to you.”
Curious, she followed him out of the storeroom, her gaze automatically scanning the boutique for business. Liz was busy rearranging the lingerie section and doing a good job of it, and Pam was helping a customer at the register. Satisfied that all was well, she stepped into her office behind Josh.
He waved a hand at the portrait displayed on the wall where a watercolor painting had been. “So, what do you think?”
Heart hammering in her chest, Paige took a step closer to the painting of her wrapped in white fur, her neck now draped with that extravagant emerald-and-diamond necklace Anthony had stolen.
“I’m well, uh… Wow,” was all she could manage to describe her astonishment. The likeness was striking, uncanny, entrancing…and certainly pretentious of her to hang in her office! But that was exactly what Carranza expected, Josh had told her.
Butterflies swarmed in her stomach, and she tore her gaze from that incredibly sensual picture to look at Josh. “So, now what do we do?”
Josh’s smile was grim, foretelling the future. “We filter in the information about the portrait and the Ivanov necklace through our undercover officers working on the case, then we wait for Carranza to make his move.”
6
THEY DIDN’T HAVE to wait long.
By Thursday of the following week Paige received a call from the broker she’d listed the boutique with. Matt Smythe informed her that a Victor Carranza was interested in purchasing the Wild Rose for his fiancée and wanted to meet with her personally. She knew it was all a ruse, a way for Carranza to get close to her and assess the situation. As Josh had instructed, she bought herself another twenty-four hours and set up an appointment to meet with Carranza Friday afternoon.
She thought she was ready for this moment. Josh had spent the weekend briefing her on various scenarios, and how to handle the carefully phrased questions that would no doubt arise in Carranza’s quest for the necklace. She even had the security of a small, single-shot derringer Josh had borrowed from Liz for her to use in case of an extreme emergency. The weapon was tucked in the top drawer of her desk, and though a practice session last night at a shooting range had bolstered her confidence in wielding the derringer, the idea of having to resort to that kind of violence revolted her. Josh didn’t think Carranza posed any danger to her at this point in the game, but they weren’t taking any chances with her safety.
Everyone was in place for this afternoon’s meeting. A bug had been placed in Paige’s office so Josh and another detective could listen to their conversation from the surveillance van parked a few blocks away. Liz was armed beneath her fashionable crepe pantsuit and, as yet another precaution, a few undercover officers had been posted at the coffeehouse next to the Wild Rose.
“Your two o’clock appointment is here, Paige,” Liz announced cheerfully as she entered the boutique’s office, leading the way for the man following her. Liz’s mouth held an amicable smile, but her eyes offered the reassurance and support Paige so desperately needed to get through this ordeal.
Pasting on a pleasant smile that concealed the anxiety coiling deep within her, she scooted her chair back from her rolltop desk and stood. “Thank you, Liz,” she said, giving the other woman her cue to leave.
Liz hesitated briefly, her gaze darting toward the open door in what Paige could only construe as a subtle warning. The discreet, unspoken signal had Paige wishing she were a mind reader. Something in their plan had changed, but what?
Too soon, Liz exited the room. As they’d devised that morning, a decorative doorstop propped at the base of the door kept the office open, enabling the other woman to monitor the situation. Grateful for the modicum of safety, Paige forced herself to approach the ruthless man who’d had her husband murdered, a man who was out to claim a million-dollar necklace at any cost to the people involved.
He was nothing like the sinister, villainous criminal she’d envisioned. The man was tall, his tailored Italian suit fitting a physique slighter than the heavy, muscular build she had expected. His thick black hair was cut precisely, his eyes just as dark as those gleaming strands. His gaze, although sharp and assessing, radiated warmth, as did his benevolent smile. He appeared suave, obviously wealthy, and very…normal. Like any other businessman she’d ever met.
He extended a manicured hand toward her. “Paige Montgomery, I presume?” he queried, his voice deep and congenial.
“Yes.” She didn’t want to touch him, but to ignore his offered hand would be unacceptable. Shoring up her resolve, she politely slipped her hand into his. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Carranza.”
His eyes sparkled with the kind of persuasive charm designed to captivate an unsuspecting woman. Luckily Paige knew enough to distrust this man.
“Considering we’ll be doing business together please call me Victor,” he insisted.
The double meaning of his words “doing business together” sent a wave of apprehension sweeping through her. When she gently pulled her hand from his grasp he didn’t resist. “I do hope you find the boutique to your liking.”
“I’m afraid I’m not the one you need to impress.” He leaned close, winked, and added in a low, conspiratorial tone, “I brought the critic with me.”
Before Paige had time to decipher that comment, a sleek, catlike woman stepped into the room, dressed in a racy-red, form-fitting halter dress that hugged her curves from breasts to thighs. Her endlessly long, tanned legs gave way to feet clad in red stiletto heels. A glittering ruby-and-diamond necklace, much too extravagant for daytime wear, encircled her neck, matching the teardrop earrings in her lobes and the jeweled bracelet adorning her wrist. In contrast, Paige felt like an old-fashioned matron in her conservative, doublebreasted suit in a pale shade of sage.
This was the warning Liz had tried to give her, she realized. Even before Victor introduced her, Paige’s stomach churned with the knowledge of who this woman was.
“Ah, there you are, pussycat,” Victor said affectionately. “Come here and meet the owner of the Wild Rose.” He waited until the gorgeous woman stood by his side before making the unnecessary introductions. “Paige, I’d like you to meet my fiancée, Bridget Piroux.”
Paige desperately tried to keep her composure and act normal, which wasn’t an easy feat considering she was meeting the woman with whom her husband had had an illicit, deadly affair. Curiously, she’d thought that when this moment came she’d experience jealousy or some other violent emotion, but all she felt was renewed anger at Anthony’s duplicity. This woman was proof that her marriage to Anthony had been a sham based on lies and deceit-if that hadn’t been evident before, it was now.