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Jane Barnaby has planned the perfect Christmas vacation. Her father and his fiancé are joining her in Spain at her archaeological dig. They'll see her work, meet her mentor, and they'll all enjoy a few days of sunny Mediterranean beaches in the dead of winter.
But it all falls apart when Jane's annoying brother tags along and lands in jail for a crime he didn't commit.
To clear her brother's name, all Jane has to do is chase a wily female con-artist across Europe, catch her, and confront the woman and her accomplices. Oh, and outwit an ex-KGB agent and his personal goon squad along the way.
They certainly acted like a happy couple, but how could they be?
Jane didn’t understand it. Her father and Cassie had been engaged for a year and a half, and as far as she knew there hadn’t been one word about setting a date in all that time. She’d asked both of them individually, looked each of them square in the eye, and neither of them seemed to have the slightest problem with this endless engagement.
As far as she could tell, both of them had been telling the truth. Daddy could never lie to her and get away with it, not about anything really important. And while she didn’t know Cassie nearly as well, Jane liked to think that she was a shrewd judge of character, and she was fairly certain the woman wasn’t lying to her, either. Besides, she’d watched Cassie lose $1,200 in less than an hour at a poker table in Atlantic City a few months back. The woman couldn’t bluff to save her life.
She had to accept that they meant what they said, but, still, it made no sense. Surely Cassie wanted to make things nice and legal? And surely her father wanted to officially take Cassie off the market once and for all – before she had any second thoughts about marrying a man almost twice her age? Jane couldn’t imagine going that long without a plan for a wedding. Granted, she wasn’t even engaged yet herself, despite dating Mark for nearly three years now, but there were extenuating circumstances in her case. For two of those years, they’d been living on different continents, and during that third year when they were both in the United States, there were three thousand miles between them. They’d probably only spent three months actually together, if you added up all the individual days and weeks.
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Italian
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Translated by Elisabetta Colona
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Portuguese
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Translated by Samilly Nascimento Rodrigues
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Spanish
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Translated by Ana Medina
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