"Lucy?"

"Hmm," she murmured, turning her distracted gaze from the dancing couples in yet another attempt to find Mack. She knew better. Of all places, her brooding bounty hunter boyfriend would be, the dance floor was the least likely.

"I'm attempting to introduce you to an associate of mine," Vladimir said drily.

"Oh," Lucy gasped, her head turning sharply. She set her champagne glass down on the table with a clatter and looked around guiltily. Her focus had ...