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across the small room. How could she have been so stupid? That Scotsman had moved incredibly fast. He'd wrenched the bag away before she'd known what was happening. But she had suspected he was onto her. She should have done something. But what? Drawn her weapon in a church at a wedding she was crashing?
    She tried the door and sure enough, it was locked. How long would they keep her in here? What if she was late to work? What if she couldn't get her uniform and sidearm back? What a lousy cop she was turning out to be.
    On the other hand, if Jack was here, then she was a damned good cop for managing to find him.
    Male voices murmured on the other side of the door. She took a few steps back and drew in a deep, steadying breath.
    Click. The door swung open to reveal Robby and… Jack.
    Her breath caught. Good God, he was even more handsome than she'd remembered. His elegant gray suit looked tailor-made. His golden brown eyes widened as he looked her over.
    “Ye know this woman?” Robby asked.
    “Si.” Jack never took his eyes off her.
    “Lucky bastard.” Robby shoved her tote bag into Jack's arms and strode away.
    Jack continued to give her that look, the one she could only describe as hungry. A chill crept up her bare arms. Oh yeah. It was more than intellectual curiosity that had driven her to hunt him down.
    “Bellissima.” Jack shook his head. “Mi displace, I—I forgot all my English for a moment. You look so… bella. You would make the Mona Lisa cry with envy.”
    Her heart stuttered in her chest. Get a grip. You're here to question this guy. “Hello, Jack.”
    “I thought I would never see you again.”
    She lifted her chin. “I told you it wasn't over.”
    He walked into the room and shut the door. “Then you wish to start something with me?”
    Chapter Three
    Lara ignored the flutters in her stomach and the tingling sensation on her skin. She was not about to let this man know how flustered she was. “I'm here on business, Jack. This is an investigation.”
    He smiled slowly. “I'm flattered. I didn't realize I warranted so much personal attention.”
    The cad was trying to flirt with her, but she would remain professional. “You can answer my questions here or down at the precinct.”
    “I don't want to miss my friend's wedding.”
    “Then talk to me now. I want to know how you did it.”
    “Did what?” He ambled over to one of the high-backed chairs and set her tote bag on the red cushioned seat.
    “You know what. I went back to the Plaza this morning, and the room was spotless.”
    “I told you I would clean it.” He peeked in her bag, then glanced at her. “I'm a man of my word.”
    “If you're honest, then you'll tell me how you did it.”
    “I cannot take full credit. I was helped by some very efficient maids.” He removed a gift-wrapped box from the tote bag. “You brought a wedding present. How thoughtful of you. Especially when you don't know the bride or groom.”
    Her face grew warm. “It was the least I could do. Now back to the matter at hand. When I questioned the hotel staff this morning, none of them could remember you.”
    He shrugged. “I suppose I am a forgettable sort of guy.”
    “On what planet?” she muttered, then blushed when he gave her a sexy grin.
    He shook the wedding present. “What's inside, Officer? Some handcuffs?”
    “Very funny.” And the rascal kept changing the subject. “I'll answer your question, but then you have to answer mine. I gave them some silver-plated salad tongs.”
    “Silver?” He chuckled. “Ian will love that.”
    “I couldn't afford anything fancier. I had to buy three presents today.”
    “You went to three weddings?” His eyes twinkled with humor. “Were you invited to any of them?”
    She crossed her arms, glaring at him. “I went to every wedding I found listed in the paper that had a Scottish groom. Ian MacPhie's name seemed familiar somehow.”
    Jack set the wedding gift down on another chair. “Ian became a bit of