“You’re not as naïve as I thought,” she conceded. “We’ll get along just fine as long as you toe the line—for me, only. Not for Sable and not for Nastassia. Understood?”
“I understand,” he said, adding silently, But I don’t agree. Aloud, he added, “So, were your tales about plastic surgery and gunfights in Colorado wild yarns, or the truth?”
“I prefer to remain a woman of mystery,” she smiled enigmatically. “Let me change into something more comfortable.”
Vance sat frozen by indecision. Was Elise playing mind games with him or actually planning to kill him after he ceased to be useful to her? Either way, he had to stay put. If he failed to draw Elise into Sable’s scam, Sable would be furious. After Sable treated him to the bait—herself—she expected big results from him. She’d probably ha
