Snow In Sin
"Ms. Emma is already down there."
I was moving before I could think, taking the stairs two at a time, and when I reached the foyer I saw Emma standing near the entrance with her arms crossed while a blonde woman in a tight dress gestured wildly.
"Adrian, finally," the woman said when she saw me. "We need to talk about our baby."
I stopped several feet away, studying her face and trying to place her. "Who are you?"
"Kasia," she said, like I should remember. "From Monaco, few months ago? The yacht party?"