To Catch a Princess by Caridad Piñeiro Read Free Book Online

the way to the museum.”
    Shea breathed another sigh of relief, but they weren’t done yet. It would take at least another five minutes to reach the warehouse where they had left their rides. Once they were there, they would all go their separate ways until meeting up in Monaco in a week.
    By then he would have had a chance to confer with Prince Sergei in Paris and make his delivery. Get paid and leave the bracelet he had swiped for himself with a trusted fence, who had already lined up a private collector who wanted the item.
    It always amazed Shea how much people would pay for something they could never share with anyone else.
    Once they had reached the warehouse, he provided final instructions to his crew.
    “Stay low and clear of trouble. I’ll be wiring your payments in the next few days along with details of where to meet for our next job.”
    Hammer and Fly nodded and moved speedily to their cars, but Mouse hesitated.
    “Something wrong?” Shea asked, sensing that something was off with his normally calm associate.
    “That was close, Heartman. When I heard those sirens coming at me, I thought we were done.”
    Shea understood. Mouse had family, unlike Shea, but up until now, that hadn’t seemed to faze his wheel man. “No worries. It worked just like we planned.”
    The door of the warehouse squeaked and groaned as it rose, drawing their attention. They had little time to delay.
    “Is something up, Mouse?” he persisted. “You seem a little…itchy.”
    Mouse shook his head vehemently. “Not really.”
    “If you want out, just say so. I can get another wheel man for the next job.” Shea didn’t need anyone on the team who was either distracted or didn’t want to be there.
    “No, I’m okay. I’ll be there. You can count on me,” the other man said, and hurried to his vehicle, a nondescript mini car similar to thousands of others on the streets of Amsterdam.
    As Mouse pulled away slowly, Shea hurried to his own car, a souped-up German coupe that would let him make good time on the roadways. If all went well, he would be in Paris in less than six hours.
    And if all went well in the next couple of weeks, he would be done with this way of life for good.

Chapter 6
    Monte Carlo, Monaco
    En route
    Despite his family’s wealth, Peter had never flown in a private jet.
    It was a completely different experience, and one he wasn’t quite sure he liked. But then again, he wasn’t a fan of flying under any circumstances.
    Logic told him this was a far safer mode of transportation than a car or train, and that crashing was less likely than getting hit by lightning, but he couldn’t keep from imagining that every little bump or whine of the engines was the beginning of a death plummet.
    As the plane banked to one side and the cabin rattled with a bit of turbulence, he clenched his hands on the arms of his seat and gritted his teeth.
    He must have made some kind of noise because Tatiana looked up from the papers she had been reading for the last hour or so. “Looking green, much?”
    “I’m fine,” he managed to bite out past the tension in his jaw.
    She grinned with amusement, then contained it. Unbuckling, she walked to the seat that faced his and sat. “Took me a bunch of flights before I got used to it, too.”
    “Feel like a fool,” he admitted, thinking that he was losing hero points with her in a major way.
    She laid her hand on the taut muscles of his thigh and smoothed it reassuringly. “Let’s get your mind off the flight.”
    His eyebrows shot up in surprise, one thought paramount about how she could accomplish that.
    As she realized where his mind had gone, she blushed, and waved her hands. “No way, not the mile high club.”
    “Hell, no. Alexander would shoot me just for thinking about it,” he kidded, and actually managed a chuckle, but his comment only brought additional color to Tatiana’s cheeks.
    “You thought about it? Really?” she asked with a slight stammer.
    The plane did