As Jane drifted around the ornate dining room, every muscle in her body denoting restlessness, she failed to notice her husband standing in the entrance way watching her. Vlad had known this would be an inevitability. Jane had been raised from birth in an atmosphere of busy work and hard labour. When she'd moved to the city she had turned her relentless drive to police work. Then to PI work.

He wished that she could just devote herself to being the pampered wife of a wealthy ...