Something was wrong. Samantha paced the length of the m? drawing room, pausing at the fireplace and staring at the crystal clock on the mantel. "Where is he?"

"He must have lost track of time," Alpha Johnson said." He said he would be home in time for dinner. He still may,"

Samantha cast her father an accusing glance. He sat on one of the Sheraton sofas beside her mother, who was giving

him an icy stare.

Johnson frowned as he looked from his wife to Samantha. He glanced around the room at his other daughters and his

mother-in-law, a man staring into the face of an angry mob.

"Alpha Blake...