not for someone as agile as she. Elizabeth smiled to herself as she set down the shoulder bag.
Show time.
Stepping over, under, around and through, looking like a dancer executing enormously complex steps, she managed to avoid every ray, every sensor that could set off the alarm. Her body screamed as she moved in slow motion, holding poses until she was certain of her next step.
Had this been one of their routine assignments, either she or Anthony would have gotten the location of the power source for the security system. Then she would have disabled it, exercising the same energy she’d used on the padlock. Even after all these years, she still didn’t know the full range of her telekinetic abilities. She knew she could move small objects by concentrating on them. Of late, she’d found she could do the same with larger objects. They just required more concentration. But was there a limit to her power, or was it merely bound by her ability to concentrate?
After what seemed an eternity, she’d managed to get next to the sculpture without breaking any of the beams. The high-intensity light she had shoved in her pocket she now shone on the object. It allowed her to thoroughly scrutinize the statue.
There was no nick. The original, Jeremy had once mentioned to her, because he’d been fortunate enough to actually see the statue before MacFarland had it taken away from public view, had just the vaguest nick at the bottom of her gown. But there was no nick and no indication that one had been doctored.
It was just as she thought. Venus might be smiling, but she was also a fake.
Suddenly, the lights went on, flooding the room. Caught by surprise and momentarily blinded, Elizabeth swung around. Her mind whirled about frantically, searching for a plausible explanation for what she was doing here, dressed like a burglar and standing next to a priceless work of art.
She saw the man who had thrown on the lights, and her mouth dropped open.
“Nice to see you again, ‘Ariel.”’
Cole Williams, still wearing the suit he’d had on for the gala, crossed over to her. He’d been in the shadows, standing in the doorway of one of the lesser rooms, watching as she had gone through her elaborate dance, her sleek body highlighted by the blue rays that encircled the statue.
He’d never seen anything so damn sensual in his life. His body had hummed, just watching her.
After she’d introduced herself to him, he’d had a strong hunch that she’d be back. Since his hunches were usually right, he’d learned not to disregard them out of hand.
Elizabeth concentrated on looking cool. “There is an explanation.”
“And I’d be interested in hearing it.” He beckoned her forward. When she made no move to come closer, he said, “Don’t worry, I’ve turned off the security system around the statue.” A sensual smile curved his mouth. “There doesn’t seem to be a point in keeping it on, although I have to admit I would like to see that little dance of yours again.” His eyes washed over her body. “It was very stimulating.”
She raised her chin a fraction of an inch. “What are you doing here?”
Talk about a cool customer, he mused. This lady certainly took the prize. “I could ask you the same thing.”
“I asked first.”
Bravado, that was the word for it. He felt a kernel of admiration stirring. Growing. “I’ve never met a thief as brazen as you.”
She squared her shoulders, wondering if he was playing with her. Had he called the police? No, he seemed too laid-back for that. Besides, by now she’d be hearing sirens in the distance.
“And you still haven’t. I’m not a thief.” At least not technically, she added silently.
“Right.” His eyes slid toward the sculpture. “Because you didn’t get away with it.”
“I wasn’t trying to get away with it.” She had a feeling that he knew that.
Amusement entered his eyes. “So then, what, you were here to dust it? I have a cleaning crew. They’re very thorough.”
How thorough? she wondered. “Then maybe they’re the ones who took it.”
“Took it?” The amusement faded, replaced by an edge in his voice.
They were shadowboxing. It was time to take a real swing. “Your statue is a fake.”
He was right. She was a professional. “And how would you know that? Being a fake yourself?”
She opened her mouth to answer, and he had this sudden, overwhelming and completely ridiculous urge to sweep her into his arms and kiss her. If he did, he wondered who would be more surprised, her or him. Hormones had never been a problem for him. They’d never ruled him. He enjoyed his passions, but only when he felt like indulging them.
Now, however, he felt that his reactions were in control of him rather than the other way around. He didn’t like that.
“You see,” he said, cutting off any story she might begin to weave. “I met the real Ariel Lockwood years ago.” Crossing his arms before him, he regarded her figure. “If she could have had your body, I’m sure she would have paid any amount of money for it. The woman stands about five foot eleven squared, and on her last birthday there were sixty-three candles on her cake. Now, unless you stumbled across the fountain of youth, I believe it’s safe to say that you are not Ariel Lockwood.”
“No,” Elizabeth agreed with a slight inclination of her head as she conceded the point. “I’m not.”
What she was, Cole thought, was incredibly cool. Here she was, literally busted and yet she looked and sounded as if they were discussing nothing more serious than what she’d had for lunch that afternoon.
She was also not forthcoming with her identity. “Then who are you?”
“Someone who knows that this is a fake.”
He frowned. If she’d noticed, then maybe someone else had, too, although no one had said anything to him. MacFarland had stopped by for less than half an hour, a goodwill appearance on his part, and although he’d only spared a cursory glance at the statue, he seemed to accept it.
“What gave it away?” Cole asked.
Her smile was slow, reaching her eyes several beats after it appeared.
“Then you know.” She looked over her shoulder at the statue. It was beautiful. “It’s flawless, which is ultimately the problem. There should be a nick right about there,” she pointed. She looked back at him and asked guilelessly, “Are you trying to pull off a scam?”
He studied her for a long moment, weighing options. On a whim, he decided to trust her. A little. “I’m trying to buy some time.”
Elizabeth came to the only logical conclusion she saw opened to her. “I take it someone stole the sculpture from you?”
“Before the opening.” His eyes slid over her. It was difficult making an impartial judgment about the woman before him when she was causing some very non-impartial stirrings within him. “If you know the statue is a fake, why are you trying to steal it?”
“I told you, I’m not trying to steal it. I just wanted to find out if I was right.”
He still had his doubts about the veracity of her claim. “So you went to all this trouble, breaking into the gallery, risking getting caught, just to find out if you’d guessed correctly?” His expression bordered on incredulous.
Elizabeth raised her slim shoulders in a half shrug. “I don’t see it as trouble.”
Which could only mean one thing. “You do this for a living.” It wasn’t a question, it was an assumption. Cole saw a barrier come down in her eyes. It came complete with a No Trespassing sign. Who was she? He wanted answers and it looked as if he was going to have to resort to threats in order to get them.