“Oh my god! I’m so clumsy, I’m so sorry!” I cried, scrambling up, brushing off my knees in exaggerated embarrassment.

Thorne glared at me, his professional mask slipping to show pure fury. Daniel took a menacing step forward, his fists clenching, realizing exactly what I’d done.

But it wasn’t Daniel’s reaction that froze my blood. It was Vanessa.

While the commotion pulled everyone’s eyes to the fireplace, she’d drifted to the mantel to grab a towel. Her hand stopped halfway. She was staring at my designer handbag, propped against the mirror.

More precisely, she was staring at the tiny blinking red light of the micro-camera hidden in the metal clasp.

She turned her head slowly and locked eyes with me. A venomous smile spread across her face.