"A membership card?" Tania let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "This must be fake."
Both salesgirls gasped in unison, their faces filled with disbelief.
"Fake?" one of them exclaimed.
Tania crossed her arms, tilting her chin smugly. "I know you two very well—one is just a lowly secretary, and the other works at a hotel reception. How could either of you possibly own a membership card here?" She shot the salesgirls a pointed look. "Call security and throw them out of the store."
The tension in the boutique thickened. Just as one of the salesgirls reached for the store phone to call the guards, a deep, commanding voice rang through the room.
"Who dares to lay a hand on my wife?"
Heads turned toward the entrance.
A tall, striking man strode forward, radiating power and confidence. The sheer intensity in his gaze sent a ripple of nervousness in the air.
Anne's heart leaped at the sight of him. A wave of relief washed over her, and she found herself smiling unconsciously.
