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dress she’d worn to the trade show. “To torment Dejarnatt, of course.”
    “And that’s why you came to the States. Not the best idea, Irish. Looks like it backfired on you.”
    A frown marred her forehead. “I should try to find out if some gems were really stolen. Do you have a TV?” She looked around the room. “Computer? Phone?”
    All of the above, and all tucked out of sight. He knew she was right. They should find out what was going on. But if she’d actually been accused of stealing the gems, he’d have to call Gage. As long as he remained ignorant of the situation, he had no obligations.
    The question was, why put himself in that position to start with? He didn’t owe Bridget a thing. If anything, she owed him . But damned if he didn’t believe her story, despite the fact that she was a conniving opportunist. And he suspected Gage had felt the same way. Even with Darcy in jail, Gage hadn’t stopped poking around for new information. Rafe wished he could ask him, but Gage wouldn’t give him a straight answer if he did.
    What did it hurt to hang on to her a few more hours? It’s not like he was committing a crime.
    Both Rafe and Bridget jumped when someone knocked on the door. When Bridget’s eyes flew to his and she raised her eyebrows, he felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to take her in his arms and tell her everything would be okay. He’d probably get a kick in the shins for his effort.
    “Rafe? You home?”
    Sophie. Hell.
    He waved his hand toward the bedroom, hoping Bridget would take the hint and hide. She folded her arms over her chest and glared at him.
    “Just a minute, sis.”
    He grabbed Bridget’s elbow and tried to move her toward the bedroom. She didn’t budge. “Maybe you should stay out of sight,” he hissed.
    “I’m not guilty of anything, Pascotto. Why should I hide? Unless…” Her eyes narrowed. “Are you ashamed to be seen with me?”
    “Yeah, that’s it,” he snapped. “Beautiful women really cramp my style.”
    He strode over to the door and yanked it open. The second he connected with his sister’s deep-brown gaze, his tense shoulder muscles relaxed, and he smiled. Now that she was over her morning sickness, Sophie glowed. And although she was a good foot shorter than he was, they looked a lot alike with the same dark brown hair. His eyes were the same blue as their mother’s, but Sophie had brown eyes. She’d let her hair grow out of the pixie cut she’d had forever. Gage’s influence, he supposed. A lot of things had changed since Gage had appeared in their lives.
    As if picking up on his thoughts, which she often did, she glanced at his hair. “Time for a haircut, Rafe.” She smiled sweetly at him. “And you’re way too handsome to hide behind a beard.”
    He leaned forward to kiss her cheek. “I like hiding.”
    She laughed. “I hate to break it to you, bro, but you are so old news.” Her laughter stopped when she noticed Bridget watching them from across the room.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you had company. I’m Sophie, Rafe’s sister.” She leaned across the couch that Bridget was standing behind and shook her hand.
    “Brid—”
    “Birdie,” Rafe cut her off. “We met in Paris.” He addressed his sister while keeping his eyes on Bridget. She did know that Sophie was married to Gage, didn’t she? He’d hate like hell to have to explain to Gage just exactly why Bridget was in his apartment. It’s not that they were doing anything illegal, unless…
    Rafe blanched. What if gems really were missing from the trade show? Would Gage have sent Sophie over here to check up on him? No, he was being paranoid. Like he’d told Bridget, his apartment was the last place anyone would look for her.
    “Hungry?” He took his sister by the arm and led her to the couch. “Want something to drink?”
    Sophie groaned as she sank onto the couch. “Water would be great. Look at me. I’m only six months along, and I’m already as big as an