As Devorlane Hawley raised his head to check the time on the fob watch he'd flung on the bedside cabinet last night, his gaze was arrested by what was arrayed aroundthe top of it. Then it was arrested by what, or rather who, sat on the edge of the bed, in that damnable black peignoir, her hair cascading about her shoulders.

"Very well. So, you think you've found me out? Now, how about you put this little stash back where you got it? And go away again?"

In truth he had ...