“Why did you arrest her?”

“Why do you think I owe you answers?” Andrei countered.

“Don’t you think she’s been through enough?”

Guilt and regret gnawed at him, which only pissed Andrei off more.

“I’m not the one who should feel guilty. You dragged her into this.”

“She wanted to go with me,” Colette hissed, keeping her voice low.

“But she’s not a thief, is she?”

“No, she’s not, which is why you shouldn’t have arrested her.”

“But she is your forger.”

Colette didn’t so much as twitch. The woman was an excellent actress. “Forger? She’s not a forger.”

“I was inside her studio.”

“She’s an artist.”

“She had an X-ray machine.”

“She does some restoration work.”

For a moment, Andrei doubted himself. Maybe she was just an artist who did some restoration work.

An artist who was friends with a thief.

Andrei leaned back against the wall, eyeing Colette. Landon loomed at her back, clearly ready to back up his woman, even if she was a damned liar.

“I have questions,” Andrei said after a moment. “I think you can answer them, but I prefer to hear it from her.”

“No,” Colette said quickly. “Let me answer for her.”

“I wasn’t offering you a choice.” Andrei straightened. “Don’t forget, he’s not Interpol anymore, which means you’re guests here. Don’t make me ask you to leave.”

Colette opened her mouth to argue, but Andrei slipped back into the playroom and closed the door.

Not only was she warm and comfortable, there was a delicious weight against her lower back.

Colette rolled onto her slide, and a hard, warm, weight pressed against her back.

Oh, that was nice. That felt good. Safe.

But she wasn’t safe.

She’d been attacked and then arrested.

Sofie’s eyes popped open.

She stared at the arm draped over her hip—masculine, with a very sexy forearm.

Slowly, she turned her head until she could see him out of the corner of her eye and confirm that Andrei was pressed against her back.

She was in bed with Andrei.