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Monica." She put the phone on speaker. "Hello, Mrs. Delaney. I'm glad you called. We'd love to talk to you about your dragon."
    "I'm so excited," Nan said. "It's been such an incredible day. I can't tell you."
    Paige smiled at the enthusiasm in the older woman's voice. "I'm sure it has been. We're hoping we might persuade you to bring the dragon down to the store tomorrow so we can take a look at it. Maybe first thing in the morning?"
    "The morning is out, I'm afraid. Riley can't drive me until tomorrow afternoon."
    "That will be fine. In fact, we have a wonderful tea. I don't know if you've heard of it, but --"
    "Oh, yes, yes, I have heard of it," Nan said. "I've heard it's fantastic."
    "Good, because we'd like to treat you and a friend or a family member to tea and a private appraisal. What do you say?"
    "That sounds terrific," Nan replied.
    "Good, why don't we --"
    "Just a second," Nan said. There was a rustling, then a male voice came over the speaker.
    "Miss Hathaway, I'm Riley McAllister, Mrs. Delaney's grandson. We'll be entertaining offers from numerous dealers, you understand," he said in a brusque voice.
    "Of course, but I hope you'll give us a chance to make you an offer after we verify the authenticity of your piece."
    "Since your store has had people calling my grandmother all day long, I'm fairly certain we have the real thing. But we will not be making any decisions without doing considerable research into the company making the offer. The House of Hathaway isn't the only game in town. And I will not allow my grandmother to be taken advantage of."
    Paige frowned, not caring for the implication. The House of Hathaway had an impeccable reputation, certainly not one of taking advantage of little old ladies.
    "My grandmother will bring the dragon in tomorrow," Mr. McAllister continued. "She'll be coming with a friend and myself. We'll be there at three o'clock."
    "That sounds --" The dial tone cut off her reply. "Well, that was rude," she said, pressing the button to disconnect the call.
    "Why did you suggest the tea?" her father asked, irritated. "That's not until the afternoon."
    "She said she couldn't do it in the morning."
    "I just hope that doesn't mean she's taking the dragon somewhere else. I want that dragon, whatever it costs," he said.
    "Don't be absurd, David," Victoria replied. "We don't have an unlimited budget. Need I remind you of that?"
    "Need I remind you that I make the buying decisions?" David looked Victoria straight in the eye. "Don't get in my way, Vicky, not on this." And with that, he turned on his heel and exited the room, leaving Paige alone with her mother.
    "Always so dramatic," Victoria murmured.
    "Why do you think this dragon is so important to Dad?" Paige asked.
    "I have no idea. What's important to your father has been a mystery to me for some time." She paused. "Keep me informed about the dragon, won't you?"
    "Why?"
    "Because I run the company."
    "I've never known you to care about an old statue."
    "I care about everything that concerns this store, especially things that make your father believe he has a blank check."
    Paige frowned as her mother left the office, shutting the door behind her. It had been a long time since both her parents had been interested in the same thing. That couldn't possibly be good.

Chapter Two

    Riley could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. They matched the goose bumps that ran down his arms as his every instinct told him that someone was watching them. He'd had the feeling the night before when he'd stayed at his grandmother's house because he hadn't wanted to leave her alone with a potentially valuable art object that had just been seen on national television. And he had the feeling now as he pulled his car into the underground garage at Union Square. Although it was the middle of the afternoon, and the garage was fairly well lit, his uneasiness grew as he debated his options.
    "Aren't we getting out?" Nan asked, a curious note in her