He loved stealing in the middle of a crowd, doing what no one else could do. There had been people standing not three feet away from him when he’d taken the diamond. In the chaos that followed no one had regarded him with suspicion, or accused him of being a thief. No, he’d made sure the clues led down a different path—to Christina and her father, Marcus Alberti. He’d put his plans into motion weeks ago, ensuring that every detail had been covered, and today it had paid off.As Evan made his way up the elevator to the woman’s thirty-fifth-floor penthouse apartment, he thought of what was to come. She believed he would hand over the diamond in return for the cash she had promised him. It had been their deal from the beginning. At the time he hadn’t wanted the stone. He’d had no use for a gem that would be difficult to fence, but cash was always good—not to mention the thrill of the steal, the knowledge that he had done what no one thought could be done. It had been fun—while it lasted.Now he had another plan in mind, another woman whom he wanted to please far more than the one waiting for him.She answered the door, her face lit up with expectation.
