The food was delicious, the drinks were flowing and dozens of gorgeous hunks were on tap. What more could she ask for? Stone. Bloody Vincent Stone. The bastard. Three weeks had passed since they’d left Penang and handed over the relic to the government of Malaysia, and he’d left her, saying that he’d call her. Ha! Three weeks and no contact at all. Maybe he was pissed that they’d gotten a smaller finder’s fee because she’d insisted in giving it to the local authorities? The bastard! This time she’d actually let go of the past and let him in to her heart, and what had he done? He’d given her that age-old line, I’ll call you… The one everyone knew actually meant, I’ll never call you again. Maybe she should just go with the flow and enjoy herself at the party. God knew the other girls were indulging big time. But all she could think about was Vincent. They’d connected while they’d been together in Penang. She knew they had become closer than they’d been in years, so why had he run away?
