The Heist of Hearts
“Well, wise-ass, I'll have you know that between the foyer and this office, you practically set off more than half a dozen silent alarms.”
“Not so cheeky now, are you?” Lorenzo asked. “I like a healthy romance as much as any other man, but I didn't order any tonight, and definitely not one with a touch of thievery. So what are you doing in my study?”
Elena clenched her teeth, a mix of fury and something else rising within her—a spark of unexpected attraction. “You’re not going to talk your way out of this.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
In one swift motion, he closed the distance between them, reaching for the scarf covering the lower half of her face.
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