“But Mr. Rothchild said—”
“Change of plans,” she said. “Just take me to the address I gave you.”
“Very well, Miss Mancuso.”
She didn’t want to think about Conner right now. Didn’t want to let herself be depressed about their doomed affair. Or her bastard of a father. Or even about not making any headway on the investigation of Darla and the theft ring.
She did smile when she thought of Henry. Well, at least the night hadn’t been a total disaster.
Her brother. Who’d have thought he’d want to get to know her after all this time?
It was so amazing, it almost made up for losing Conner.
Almost.
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