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to be valets so we could park your car.”
    “Park?” Trev arched a brow and chuckled.
    The second twin offered a big smile. “She did mention something about jail time and embarrassment to the family.”
    “Well, we cannot have that.” Trev tossed over his keys. A little bribe to get into the boys’ good graces couldn’t hurt.
    The taller twin gaped and then looked at his brother. The one holding the keys said, “You’re kidding, right? You don’t even know me.”
    “I know you’re Mac Montgomerie’s sons. I’ve seen his picture. You look much like your father.” Yes, Trev had seen pictures of Mac—along with the whole Montgomerie Clan. But he wasn’t going to mention where.
    “I’m Phelan, and this is my brother Skylar.” Not returning the keys, Phelan stuck out his hand to shake. He leaned back and nudged his twin with an elbow, prompting Skylar to do the same.
    Trev accepted both hands and said, “Trevelyn Sinclair.”
    Phelan asked, “So, you really mean it—we can take the car for a spin?”
    “Sure, enjoy.”
    “Me first!” Skylar chirped, making a snatch at the keys.
    Phelan quickly pulled them out of reach. “I’m older.”
    “I’m prettier,” Skylar argued.
    His brother laughed. “I doubt Mr. Sinclair cares.”
    “Call me Trev,” Trev spoke up, enjoying their banter. It reminded him of how he himself fussed with Jago. “Go on now.”
    He didn’t have to encourage the boys twice. Phelan was soon carefully reversing the car, taking time to check where everything was located. As he did, another vehicle zoomed up from behind and honked—rudely, considering Raven’s brother wasn’t completely blocking the road.With an exaggerated rev of the engine, the silver Lotus then wheeled around the Lamborghini to park. Skylar rolled down the window and flipped the other driver the bird. Trev smiled as the brothers pulled onto the roadway and flew off down the narrow lane. Then, shrugging, he turned his attention back to the building.
    The front of the rental hall was huge panes of tinted glass with a hint of reflection, tawny in the golden torchlight all along the stone walk. First-class all the way—Montgomerie Enterprises’ style. Trev couldn’t help but wonder: His wasn’t the only family touched by the scandal that resulted in his father taking his life. How many others had lost fortunes while Sean Montgomerie had held on to everything? His eyes remained fixed on the elegant hall, staring at the wall of partially reflective glass. Raven Montgomerie was in there; he could sense her. Once more on the prowl, he felt his lips spread into a grin.
    “A wolfish grin,” he chuckled.
    A flicker before the windows caught his eyes—a woman dressed in vivid red. Though he couldn’t see her face clearly, he knew it was Raven.
    “My, what sharp little eyes I have. All the better to see you in that sexy dress, Little Red Riding Hood,” he said under his breath. “And my, my my…She’s even wearing red.”
    Thunder rolled in the distance, harbinger of a storm. Good. That suited Trev’s mood. He loved storms, felt almost as if he could call down the lightning and wrap it around him, draw upon that power to refashion the world.
    Unable to contain his expectancy any longer, he walked up the creek-stone walkway and into the building, knowing tonight something important was going to happen. He would make it happen. Something dangerous.

Chapter Four
    “I’d rather be dancing around a campfire with Gypsies,” Raven grumbled, despite the evening being a huge success. A jagged flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, then thunder boomed overhead. She jumped as the whole hall shook.
    “But it rains, little Raven. No campfire this night,” Brishen teased, helping himself to champagne. He gestured with the flute to encompass the banquet hall, decorated in the splendor that Montgomerie Enterprises’ money afforded. “You must dance here in this golden wonderland you conjured. ‘Fess