Gunshots waken Ian Tunbridge, an assistant curator of classical antiquities at the British Museum, on his first day on a dig in California. The only way to save his life is to run for it, but luck is not on his side. At least, not until he meets Lucas Arpini, the brash American photographer who seems to have some sort of clue what’s going on. Together, they’re supposed to be the tools in finding an artifact nobody believes is real -- nobody, that is, except Lucas and the man kidnaps them both.<br><br>Ian doesn’t know what to believe. His colleagues are dead, he’s injured, and he has no choice but to put his faith in a gorgeous stranger. Their escape should lead them straight to the police, but when Lucas shows him pieces of the puzzle they were meant to solve, Ian is too intrigued to walk away. He wants to solve the riddle as badly as Lucas does.<br><br>Unfortunately, they aren’t the only ones ...

Riddle Me Wicked

The second was gone by dessert, a lemon torta mascarpone with an almond biscotti crust for Ian, and a trio of cannolis dipped and filled in a variety of flavors for Lucas. Lucas rolled his eyes at Ian’s obvious taunt, picking up the chocolate one to hold it out in offering.


“You should get the first taste,” he said.


Ian waved his fork at the plate in front of him. “I have my own dessert.”


“And that somehow means you can’t have two? If I believed in that philosophy, I wouldn’t be here right now.”


Chapter 37