Inside the lavish private suite.
Alice Casey fixed her gaze on Raymond Landry. "Are you afraid?"
Raymond's eyes narrowed.
"Are you afraid I'm lying to you?" Alice posed it as a question, yet her tone was certain.
"Ms. Casey, you overestimate your importance," Raymond replied with cold disdain.
"Then why don't you believe me?"
"Do you truly have anything worth my trust?" Raymond arched a perfect brow.
True.
At this moment, she had nothing to offer that could earn his faith.
"You know Zachary Hawkins isn't a good man," she said.
Raymond pressed his lips together, studying her with renewed scrutiny.
He knew Zachary wasn't good—but only because the man threatened him. That's why he'd quietly investigated, uncovering many of his hidden sins.
But Alice?
A sheltered woman from a priv
