HOW’D THAT happen?” Zane stood next to Elle, his arms crossed over his chest and watched. Something was wrong. While she gave every appearance of being engrossed with the pieces they were seeing, her body was strung tighter than the electric guitar Simon no longer played but refused to get rid of. Zane’s gut told him something else was going on here, but he wasn’t sure what. When Marcy had told him she planned to take Elle on a tour of the art, alarm bells had begun to ring through his head. Marcy had been so excited about the potential for setting up the tour for other guests that she hadn’t really stopped long enough to consider the security implications. But then, it was his job to protect the resort and the people who lived on and visited Île du Coeur. He’d chastised her for not telling him sooner and then immediately cast himself as tour guide. He might not know anything about the pieces, but he could fake his way through. At least Elle hadn’t questioned him yet. But then, he wasn’t sure she was really paying attention to anything he said anyway.
