Page 152 of One Wrong Move

“Very good,” he said. “Now...” He smirked. “If only you were that good at UNO.”

“Oh, you did not.”

“Pretty sure I just did.” His grin widened.

“All right, let’s go,” she said, rolling her shoulders and stretching out her arms. “We’re going as long as it takes for me to win.”

“Ooh. I don’t know if I have all night in me.” He chuckled.

“You just wait.”

The sun up and his stomach growling for another round of room service—this time breakfast—he laid down his last card. “Uno,” he said with an I’m-sorry smile.

She grunted and shoved his shoulder. It was playful, but from the glimmer in his eyes, something was coming. Before she could blink, he snaked his arms around her, tackling her—more like laying her down with gentleness—to the floor.

She laughed.

“You give up yet?”

“Never.”

He smiled. “I had a feeling you’d say that.” He brushed the hair from her forehead, his smile shifting to one of tenderness. He tipped her chin up to press his lips to hers.

Andi’s phone trilled.

No!She didn’t release her hold but knew it was inevitable. What was it with ringing phones at the worst possible moment?

They both looked over at her cell vibrating across the coffee table.

“I’ll get it,” she said, fumbling up and over to the coffee table. “It’s Greyson,” she said, staring at the screen.

Christian patted his trouser pockets. “I must have left mine in my room,” he said, lying back, his weight propped on his elbows, his long legs stretched out.

“Hello,” she answered, putting it on speaker.

“Hello, Andi,” Greyson said.

“Hey, man,” Christian said. “Sorry, left my phone in the other room.”

“It’s fine,” Greyson said, his voice tense.

“It doesn’t sound fine,” Christian said. “What’s up?”

Greyson exhaled. “Christie’s Auction House in L.A. got hit in the wee hours of the morning—it looks like our guys.”

It was a six-hour drive from Phoenix to L.A. If Ethan and Cyrus had been watching them at the Trent Gallery, they had to have had everything set up pre-heist. How far out had these heists been planned and in play?

“Christie’s wasn’t on our list,” Andi said.

“It was on Ethan’s.” Christian sunk onto the edge of the bed.

Andi frowned at the same time she and Greyson said, “What?”

“I just didn’t think...” He raked a hand through his hair. “Christie’s was the heist that got Ethan arrested. I should have realized he might return to the scene of his crime.” What kind of game was Ethan playing?

“And...” He released a stream of pent-up breath.

“And?” Greyson said.

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