The Moretti Arrangement by Katherine Garbera

she’d looked like this morning, naked in bed.
    His erection stirred and he knew now why he’d always resisted getting involved with a woman he worked with. This was going to be damned uncomfortable until he got through the intense period of wanting her.
    What if that never happened?
    “You asked to see me?”
    “Yes, please have a seat,” Dominic said. “Ian has a few questions for you about how you passed information to Barty Eastburn.”
    She flushed a little. “I usually got a call from Renni.”
    “Who is Renni?” Ian asked.
    “My brother. He had some gambling debts that Barty took care of. So Renni calls me when he has had to borrow more money from Barty.”
    “Does Barty ever call you directly?”
    “Sometimes. Or he has me call him.”
    “Would you be willing to tape your phone calls with him?”
    “Of course she will,” Dominic said.
    “We need her consent, Dom. Without it, the courts will say she was coerced.”
    “I will do it, Signore Stark.”
    Angelina looked up at Dominic before she added, “I will do whatever it takes to make this right.”

Six
    “S ignore Stark, I am supposed to go to London next week to meet with Barty. I was going to tell him I’m through passing him information,” Angelina said.
    She was trying to concentrate on the meeting, but instead she was swamped with images of her and Dominic from the night before. It was hard to look at Dominic and not want to be back in his arms.
    Of course the way he was looking at her, totally impersonal, made it a bit easier. But that also made her nervous. What did he expect from her?
    “That’s good. When are you supposed to meet him?”
    “Next Wednesday. Dominic is scheduled to go to the F1 race in Catalonia, Spain.”
    “Good. So we can set up this meeting with Barty. I will follow you to London,” Ian said.
    “I don’t like it, I should be there,” Dominic said.
    “You can’t be, Dom. If you aren’t where you are supposed to be, Eastburn will suspect you’re on to him.”
    “I agree with Signore Stark,” Angelina said. “Barty isn’t a very trusting man. He always has me followed when I leave a meeting with him.”
    “How do you know?” Dominic asked.
    “I saw his man,” Angelina said. She’d never admit it to these men, but it had scared her at first. She didn’t know what Barty’s man would do to her. And for all that she was confident of herself and her abilities to take care of herself, the man was so tall and broad, she knew she wouldn’t stand a chance if he attacked her.
    “Are you sure he was following you?”
    “Yes, and it’s the same man everytime. The one time Renni was with me, the first time, he said that the man—Patrick, he called him—worked for Barty.”
    “So the man’s name is Patrick?” Dominic asked.
    “Sì.”
    “Is this the man you call Patrick?” Ian asked, pulling a photo from a manila folder.
    She looked at a photo of herself and Barty. Ian tapped the man sitting at a table behind them.
    “Yes, that’s him,” Angelina said. “How did you discover it was me?”
    “I followed the trail of paperwork,” Ian said. “Dom was very good at limiting who had the information, and the two men we thought were suspects never left Milan and never delivered information anywhere.”
    She noted that Dominic’s eyes narrowed as Ian spoke about her betraying him. She wondered if being his mistress was really going to be recompense enough. She suspected it wasn’t and that really upset her.
    “Well, I don’t know who Patrick is to Eastburn, but he seems to have his fingers in a lot of pies,” Angelina said.
    “I suspected as much. I’m going to run him through a few of my databases. If he’s involved in organized crime…well, I have another client who will be interested in that.”
    “What will we do next week?” she asked Ian. She didn’t care about anything but making things up to Dominic.
    “You will do what you’ve always done with Barty. I will follow and record the