de of the Sterling mansion, the man

orm. He rolled his shoulders, a grimace flickering across his face as he worked the stiffness out of muscles that were f

, his oldest friend and a bulldog of a lawyer, and Miles Haye

Cale's voice was a low

Miles reported, his tone neutral. "Phoeni

cheek. He remembered the scent that clung to her-not cheap perfume, but something faint a

d whispers of doctors and the false grief of family members. He quickly realized his "accident" was anything but. So he stayed quiet. He l

this close to you is a risk, Cale," G

her belief in 'bio-energetic fields'? What danger could she possibly be

girl, Phoenix. When she had touched him, there was no revulsi

ze to Miles. "What ab

ake lines were tampered with. A clean, professional job. The list of individuals with the acces

o helpful. The perfect, supportive cousin who had seamlessly stepped

pping to a dangerous whisper. "I want to know every dollar he's move

turning to the strange gir

on my new wife. Phoenix Tucker. I want to know everything. What she ate for breakfast in k

rised. "You think

don't let anyone within a hundred feet of m

d her unnerving composure. It didn't fit the pic

e days, sir," Miles sai

y held in the medical wing. He took a deep, centering breath, and the sharp intelligence in his eyes faded, replaced by a v

. He could hear the night nurses making their rounds, their soft-soled shoes squeaking on the polished floor. He

cold and predatory,

n the silent prison of his mind. Let's see

just about finding the man who tried to kill him. It was about a

ication. Or perhaps, an opportunity. An i

ey had entered. The door, disguised as a section of a mahogany bo

b, waiting. He had absolute faith in his disguise. No on