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

“Not like either of them, actually. Beryl’s husband was a teacher I had in college. My favorite teacher, actually.”


“And you’re not worried about Sultis tracing anything back to them?”


“It’s just Beryl. Owen passed a few years ago. But she’s not in the country anyway. She spends winters in Spain. I don’t see how Sultis could connect anything with her. I didn’t tell her anything when I called and asked if I could use the house for a couple days.”


Lucas’s confusion deepened, a sexy line appearing at the corner of his mouth when he pursed his lips. “And she didn’t question why you’d need someplace to stay, when you already have a place to live in London?”


“I told her a friend was visiting.” Ian smiled. He loved being the one with all the information for a change. “In her generation, a lady would never press for details.”


Chapter 48