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

“How does your incorrigible self propose answering Masud’s demands for results in the morning?” he asked.


Lucas was more interested in hearing what had sparked the kiss, but time wasn’t on their side right now. He made a mental note to bring it up at the first opportunity, and restarted his massage down Ian’s spine.


“I don’t think he wants to hurt us,” he said. “He could have done that at any point and chose not to. His goons didn’t even rough us up.”


“Unless you count drugging and kidnapping us.”


“There are worse ways for that to happen. Trust me.”


Ian cocked a brow. “Sometimes, I think you’ve lived a dozen lives already. You’ve seen so much. Done so much. I wonder if there’s ever any way to catch up.”


Another delay in answering. Lucas scanned Ian’s face, wishing he could figure out what was going on in the man’s head, but his handsome features were inscrutable.


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