No Saints, No Promises

The rule was simple: never work with a Cassini. Her sister stole their ring. Now Aurelie Baudin is standing on Matteo Cassini's boat at midnight, holding the thing that started it, and he is not interested in the ring. He wants the man who told her sister it was safe. He wants it found in forty-eight hours. He wants Aurelie to do it, because she knows the black market better than half his crew. She takes the job. Three weeks in locked rooms, deep water, and a formal dinner in Monaco neither of them will ever mention again. Then they find out what the ring was actually for — and it has nothing to do with either family, and everything to do with her mother's grave. They don't make promises. They don't pretend to be saints. He still calls at six.