How is it that every time I see you, you’ve grown lovelier?” Her tinkling laughter sounded too much like her sister’s. Why hadn’t he noticed that before? “I think it must be the Paris air.” His chauffeur had collected the little bitch a half hour ago, and the moment she’d walked into his house, he had wanted to strangle her. It was hard to determine what made him angrier: that she’d led him on or that she was trying to destroy him. Either one was deserving of her death. Kinsey had called this morning with the interesting and damning facts. She was indeed Mia Ryker of Ryker’s Rescue in Chicago, Illinois, and though the details were scarce, she had been linked to a search for a baby that had been kidnapped. And Philippe had firsthand knowledge that the child she’d searched for was now in the custody of loving parents. He had personally chosen them himself. Would it matter to Mia that the child was in a much better home? Of course it wouldn’t. She had been hired by the baby’s mother to find her.
