miss the man, dressed as he was in an eye-searing cerise silk shirt covered in gold embroidery. Still, it was the most sedate outfit she’d seen the dragon shifter wear all week.
Showtime.
She let her elbow brush against Fenrir’s side. He didn’t look at her, but began drifting across the room, to all appearances just naturally following the flow of the exhibit. Darcy waited until they were a few feet away from the dragon shifter before faking a huge yawn.
“Okay, that’s enough,” she announced. “We can’t spend our whole honeymoon looking at blobby waterlilies, Fenny.”
*Fenny?* Fenrir sent to her telepathically.
*Just go with it,* she sent back. *I’m vapid and shallow, remember?*
The corners of his mouth twitched, but he played along. “Indulge me a little longer. Will make it up to you, I promise.”
“Oh, well, in that case…” Darcy stroked the yellow sapphire pendant around her neck, making the gems sparkle in the exhibit spotlights. “Take all the time you want.”
Fenrir chuckled, tracing the line of her earlobe, where brand-new diamond studs winked. “My art trips are becoming an expensive habit.”
She batted her eyelashes at him. “You like pretty things. I like pretty things.”
Fenrir cast a somewhat wistful glance at the painting in front of them. “At least your pretty things are easy to acquire.”
The dragon shifter’s eyes flickered to Fenrir, and quickly away again. His tongue flicked out, moistening his lips. He edged closer.
Got you, Darcy thought.
Fenrir glanced his way, as though only just noticing him. The man caught his eye and smiled.
“It really is quite the most splendid piece, isn’t it?” the man said, gesturing at the painting. “I’ve come to view it every day, and I still find myself enraptured for hours. I believe I’ve seen you here several times, in fact. Do you have a particular interest in Monet?”
Fenrir made a noncommittal sort of grunt. He looked back at the painting, clearly dismissing the man.
*Perfect,* Darcy sent to him telepathically. *Keep ignoring him.*
The man shifted his weight from foot to foot. His gaze flicked yet again to Darcy’s jewelry—completely ignoring the actual person wearing it.
Yep. Darcy suppressed a wolfish grin. That’s right. Pay no attention to me. Just a harmless, unimportant little female.
The dragon shifter apparently came to a decision. He moved back into Fenrir’s line of sight, ingratiating smile widening.
“It’s so rare to meet a kindred spirit at these things.” He held out his hand. “Allow me to introduce myself. Guillaume D’Or, dealer in fine art. Forgive me for eavesdropping, but did I gather that you are something of a collector?”
“Yep, Guillaume’s in on the smuggling ring,” Darcy said into her phone, much later. She typed on her laptop as she spoke. “Only at the lowest level—stolen artwork and money laundering—but he knows some of the bigger players. I’m sending you the contacts we got from him now.”
“Two months we’ve been trying to crack that operation.” Agent Min-Seo sounded torn between irritation and admiration. “And you get all this in a week?”
Darcy smirked as she sent her report. “Well, it helps to have an actual billionaire to dangle as bait. From what I’d uncovered of Guillaume’s credit history, it was obvious he needed to find a buyer for the latest batch of smuggled paintings ASAP. Sure enough, once he clocked the name Malvery, he practically fell over himself to kiss Fenrir’s ass.”
“Poor Fenrir,” Min-Seo said, laughter in her voice. “Tell him he has our thanks, okay? And thank you. This is going to help us catch some very nasty shifters at last. Now, about that job offer…?”
“Sorry, got to go,” Darcy said as Fenrir came into the bedroom, wearing nothing but a towel and carrying two glasses of champagne. She grinned up at him. “Got a better offer right here. Talk to you later.”
Fenrir bent to kiss the top of her head. “Didn’t mean to interrupt you.”
“You can interrupt me any time.” Putting her laptop and phone aside, she took one of the champagne flutes. “What are we celebrating?”
“News.” Smiling, he clinked his glass against hers. “It’s a girl.”
She nearly dropped her champagne. “Candice had the baby? I thought she wasn’t due until next month!”
“Cub came early. Small but completely healthy, Wystan says.” Fenrir beamed, looking as satisfied as if he had delivered the baby with his own two hands. “Just eager to get into the world.”
“I’m glad we’ve wrapped up this job. We can be on the next plane back to Montana.” She raised her glass. “Here’s to the newest member of our pack.”
Fenrir took a