Chapter 10
“Gone? What do you mean gone?” Tony wanted to reach through the phone and strangle the pleasant woman on the far end of the line. He didn’t have Raquel’s number, so he’d called Perrin’s Glorious Garb as soon as he’d woken up. The front desk clerk hadn’t been at all helpful about her boss’ private schedule, so he’d bucked his way up the food chain, never expecting to be handed right to the owner herself.
“She’s on vacation,” Perrin’s voice was polite and distant. “How may I help you?”
“Between Friday night and Sunday morning? She can’t be in Milan already.” Tony closed his eyes, struggling not to imagine Raquel in the arms of some hot Italian designer. His stomach twisted.
“No, she’s staying overnight with some friends in New York.” The voice shifted as if he suddenly had the
