The only thing left was a beautifully wrapped gift box sitting on the bed.
...
Clay wore a smile as he watched Roberta blow out her candles and slice into the cake with that sweet, guileless grin of hers.
But irritation gnawed at him.
Lydia still hadn't shown up.
He'd pushed her hard enough. All he'd wanted was for her to apologize to Roberta, to put an end to the wrongs she'd committed. Was that really so much to ask?
His agitation was climbing when a bodyguard hurried into the room.
Clay's eyes lit up, scanning the doorway behind the man. When he didn't see Lydia, the light died.
"Where is she?"
The bodyguards were drenched in cold sweat. One of them held out the gift box with trembling hands. "This is from Mrs. Vance. She asked you to open it."
