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“I’m a thief, Paloma. It won’t matter what you say. They’ll assume that I coerced you and toss me back into jail.”
“Not without proof, they won’t.”
“Since when do they need proof to arrest someone?”
“I don’t know what happened with your arrest,” she admitted. “But you don’t have to worry about tonight.”
Dante slanted her a glance. “There’s still one problem.”
“What?”
“I don’t believe you.”
He didn’t believe she’d stand up for him? “Why not?”
“Why should I?”
“Because I said I would. And my word is good.”
“You’ve been lying to me from the start.”
“The reason I need that tape doesn’t matter.”
“It matters. I’m in this mess as much as you are, so you damned well owe me the truth. And until I get it, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
“What?”
“You heard me, Princess. You’re stuck with me until I decide I’m out.”
Dear Reader,
I love edgy heroes. The more cynical, disillusioned and bitter they are, the more they fascinate me. That’s why I invented the Stealth Knights—heroes who straddle that murky line between right and wrong, who are neither all-good nor all-bad, and who prove that nothing in life is as clear-cut as it seems.
The hero of High-Stakes Affair, Dante Quevedo, is one such complicated man. A modern-day Robin Hood, Dante dedicates his life to righting the injustices done to his downtrodden people, albeit through unorthodox means. But when circumstances force him to team up with his sworn enemy, Princess Paloma Vergara, he discovers she isn’t the frivolous royal he believed—and that the woman who once seemed completely wrong for him might instead be exactly right.
I hope you enjoy this latest installment in the STEALTH KNIGHTS miniseries.
Happy reading!
Gail Barrett
About the Author
GAIL BARRETT always knew she’d be a writer. Who else would spend her childhood grinding sparkling rocks into fairy dust and convincing her friends it was real? Or daydream her way through elementary school, spend high school reading philosophy and playing the bagpipes, and then head off to Spain during college to live the writer’s life? After four years she straggled back home—broke, but fluent in Spanish. She became a teacher, earned a master’s degree in linguistics, married a coast guard officer and had two sons.
But she never lost the desire to write. Then one day, she discovered a Mills & Boon® novel in a bookstore—and knew she was destined to write romance. Her books have won numerous awards, including a National Readers’ Choice Award and Romance Writers of America’s prestigious Golden Heart.
Gail currently lives in western Maryland. Readers can contact her through her website, www.gailbarrett.com.
High-Stakes
Affair
Gail Barrett
MILLS & BOON
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Dedication
To Liz and Amanda, for making my sons so happy.
Acknowledgements
I’d like to thank the following people for their enormous help with this story: Loni Glover for her emergency brainstorming sessions; Ken Archer for providing me with accounting details; Elle Kennedy for her much-needed encouragement; Judith Sandbrook and Mary Jo Archer for their invaluable critiques; and last, but not least, my husband, John, for not complaining when I went AWOL to finish this book.
Chapter 1
If there was one thing Dante Quevedo knew intimately, it was revenge. He’d lived it, breathed it and plotted it for twenty years. And tonight it would finally be his.
He pressed the trigger on the remote control detonator, then watched as a potent mixture of C-4 and diesel fuel exploded, shooting brilliant orange flames high into the midnight sky and rumbling the ground beneath his feet. With a quick surge of satisfaction, he slid the detonator back into his knapsack, then slipped through the inky shadows to the machinery shed where the casino’s emergency generators were housed.
The bomb’s fire leaped and roared in the darkness. Security guards rushed past, shouting into their radios as they raced toward the rocketing blaze. Dante crept around the shed, the thick smoke shielding his movements from the surveillance cameras mounted on the walls, and paused at the metal door. Using his custom-made stainless-steel diamond pick, he jimmied the lock and stepped inside.
He glanced at his watch. Sixteen minutes. Not much time to disable the backup generators and get himself in place. Then the hacker would work his computer magic and cut the main power to the casino, allowing Dante to break into the penthouse, the aristocrat who’d hired him in tow.
Misgivings stirred inside him, but he shook them off. He’d agreed to the deal—his release from prison in exchange for getting the unknown woman inside. Her reasons, her goal—hell, even her identity—didn’t matter.
Only Dante’s chance for vengeance did.
Resolve fisting deep inside him, he strode to the generators’ control panel, located the power switch and turned it off. Then he sawed through the fuel lines with his wire cutters and opened the drains on the tanks to buy more time. Diesel fuel poured out, the harsh fumes stinging his nostrils and watering his eyes. Knowing time was dwindling quickly, he
