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took her time, her long, slow strides flapping her borrowed coat around her chilly legs.
    "I'd like to speak with you," she said when she faced him. She took out her badge, watched him give it a brief glance before lifting his eyes back to hers. "I'm investigating Sharon DeBlass's murder."
    "Do you make a habit of attending the funerals of murder victims, Lieutenant Dallas?"
    His voice was smooth, with a whisper of the charm of Ireland over it, like rich cream over warmed whiskey. "Do you make a habit of attending the funerals of women you barely know, Roarke?"
    "I'm a friend of the family," he said simply. "You're freezing, lieutenant."
    She plunged her icy fingers into the pockets of the coat. "How well do you know the victim's family?"
    "Well enough." He tilted his head. In a minute, he thought, her teeth would chatter. The nasty little wind was blowing her poorly cut hair around a very interesting face. Intelligent, stubborn, sexy. Three very good reasons in his mind to take a second look at a woman. "Wouldn't it be more convenient to talk someplace warmer?"
    "I've been unable to reach you," she began.
    "I've been traveling. You've reached me now. I assume you're returning to New York. Today?"
    "Yes. I have a few minutes before I have to leave for the shuttle. So..."
    "So we'll go back together. That should give you time enough to grill me."
    "Question you," she said between her teeth, annoyed that he turned and walked away from her. She lengthened her stride to catch up. "A few simple answers now, Roarke, and we can arrange a more formal interview in New York."
    "I hate to waste time," he said easily. "You strike me as someone who feels the same. Did you rent a car?"
    "Yes."
    "I'll arrange to have it returned." He held out a hand, waiting for the key card.
    "That isn't necessary."
    "It's simpler. I appreciate complications, lieutenant, and I appreciate simplicity. You and I are going to the same destination at the same approximate time. You want to talk to me, and I'm willing to oblige." He stopped by a black limo where a uniformed driver waited, holding the rear door open. "My transport's routed for New York. You can, of course, follow me to the airport, take public transportation, then call my office for an appointment. Or you can drive with me, enjoy the privacy of my jet, and have my full attention during the trip."
    She hesitated only a moment, then took the key card for the rental from her pocket and dropped it into his hand. Smiling, he gestured her into the limo where she settled as he instructed his driver to deal with the rental car.
    "Now then." Roarke slid in beside her, reached for a decanter. "Would you like a brandy to fight off the chill?"
    "No." She felt the warmth of the car sweep up from her feet and was afraid she'd begin to shiver in reaction.
    "Ah. On duty. Coffee perhaps."
    "Great."
    Gold winked at his wrist as he pressed his choice for two coffees on the AutoChef built into the side panel. "Cream?"
    "Black."
    "A woman after my own heart." Moments later, he opened the protective door and offered her a china cup in a delicate saucer. "We have more of a selection on the plane," he said, then settled back with his coffee.
    "I bet." The steam rising from her cup smelled like heaven. Eve took a tentative sip -- and nearly moaned.
    It was real. No simulation made from vegetable concentrate so usual since the depletion of the rain forests in the late twentieth. This was the real thing, ground from rich Columbian beans, singing with caffeine.
    She sipped again, and could have wept.
    "Problem?" He enjoyed her reaction immensely, the flutter of the lashes, the faint flush, the darkening of the eyes -- a similar response, he noted, to a woman purring under a man's hands.
    "Do you know how long it's been since I had real coffee?"
    He smiled. "No."
    "Neither do I." Unashamed, she closed her eyes as she lifted the cup again. "You'll have to excuse me, this is a private moment. We'll talk on the plane."
    "As you