Although his mind raced with thoughts of Alana, he understood that he had to banish them and concentrate on today’s business meeting with the consortium, scheduled for noon at the Wellington Club. Allison preferred to conduct almost all his business from there. Rafe had to be extremely careful. The least slip with the members of the consortium could spell his doom. Every word and thought controlled until they accepted him and welcomed him into their company. Then he could learn all the details of their business schemes before exposing and destroying them. Shaking his head, Rafe forced himself to move. After dressing and having a light breakfast, he and Alana were planning to look over Alana’s new residence. Then Rafe would go to the meeting with Allison. As he took off his shirt, a floorboard creaked behind him. The hairs on the back of his neck rose; he spun around quickly. Before he could fully react, a small man charged at him, a knife in his right hand.
