Beau sat beside Dana at the auction, crossing his arms and glaring at John Saville, who'd taken the spot on her other side. The man was a weasel and had no business whatsoever trying to sneak glimpses down the front of Dana's top.

Up until Saville showed up, Beau had actually been having a good time. Dana had descended on the pre-auction review with an artist's eye for perfection and the instincts of a shark. He no longer had any doubt in his mind that the lady knew her ...