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elephant.”
    “Boy or girl?” Bridget asked as she perched on the arm of the chair across from the couch.
    “We don’t know. We want it to be a surprise.”
    “Where’s Gage tonight?” Rafe hoped like hell he wasn’t dropping by to pick Sophie up later.
    Sophie sighed. “Working. He thought he had the night off, but he got a call. I hate his cell phone.” She picked at the arm of the couch. “I hope it wasn’t anything dangerous. He left in a hurry.”
    Rafe and Bridget looked at each other. She gnawed on her bottom lip as her face darkened with worry. Gage had probably been called to the trade show.
    “He’s always careful, Sophie. Now more than ever. If he finds out you’re worrying about him, he’ll get distracted.”
    “I know,” she said in a low voice. “He mostly just interviews people now, anyway.”
    Grills them was a more accurate description of what Gage did. He had firsthand experience of Gage’s skills as an interrogator.
    Rafe watched both women for a minute before deciding it was safe to leave Bridget alone with his sister long enough for him to grab a glass of water for Sophie. Now that she was married, Sophie couldn’t wait for him to get hitched. With the fervor of a religious convert, she detailed the advantages of married life every chance she got. And in the last few weeks, she’d even stooped so low as to invite him to dinner while coincidently asking an available woman at the same time. She’d tricked him twice before he’d caught on.
    He didn’t need help hooking up with women. He was taking a break from the dating scene, that’s all. Most of the women he’d associated with for the last three years had bored him, and he finally decided rather than fill his empty evenings spending time with someone he didn’t care about, he’d was better off on his own until he met someone interesting.
    Like Bridget O’Neill.
    Hell, no . He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. A man would have to have a death wish to get involved with Irish. Sure she was stunning. Sexy. Smart, too.
    Rafe caught his smile and doused it. She was trouble. Period. Forget feeling sorry for her. He needed to get rid of her as soon as he could.
    He hurried back into the living room. Bridget was nibbling on a grape, watching Sophie with a frown.
    “What’s the matter?”
    Bridget ignored him. “Are you okay, Sophie?”
    “Maybe.” Sophie placed a hand on her forehead. “I felt dizzy for a second, but I’m okay now.”
    Rafe knelt in front of her. “Put your feet up on the coffee table. I’ll give you a foot massage.”
    Sophie beamed at him. “I thought you’d never offer. Just a sec.” She rolled onto one hip. “There’s something under my bum.”
    She pulled out Bridget’s red, sequin evening bag. Sophie turned it over in her hands. “It’s beautiful. Is it yours? It must be from Paris.”
    When she offered the purse, Bridget took it from her hands. “Yes, it is. Thanks.”
    Sophie sank back against the couch, closed her eyes and wiggled her toes. “Any time you’re ready, Rafe.”
    As he picked up her foot and started massaging, he watched from the corner of his eye as Bridget tossed the evening bag on the coffee table. The flap on the bag fell open and a handful of polished stones tumbled onto the floor.
    Rafe dropped Sophie’s foot and turned to Bridget as she scooped up the gems. His head pounded as blood pulsed through him. Innocent, my ass .
    Wonderful, he could see the headlines now. Indecent Interloper harbors infamous jewel thief in love nest. He’d spent months of studiously avoiding the spotlight, and now Bridget, with her damned light fingers, had probably not only pulled him back into the glare of the media, she’d pitted him against his family.
    He was going to wring her beautiful neck.
    And then he was going to hand her to the FBI on a platter.

 
    Chapter Three

    Bridget looked from sister to brother, then turned her attention to Sophie when she