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“It’s good” It was the equivalent of sipping gold

“I’lad The Montcart was my first venture into wineries Shall we sit and enjoy the fire?”

It was teled toward the fragrant heat, sipping wine as the jeweled light danced

“This isn’t a social call, Roarke It’s a ation”

“Then you can investigatea brow as she stiffened “I’d think a woht for a candy bar would appreciate a two-inch fillet, medium rare”

“Steak?” She struggled not to drool “Real steak, from a cow?”

A smile curved his lips “Just flown in from Montana The steak, not the cow” When she continued to hesitate, he tilted his head “Co your considerable investigative skills”

“So of Charles Monroe and his black silk robe

“With?”

“Nothing as interesting as steak” She ai, level look “If the evidence points in your direction, Roarke, I’ you down”

“I’d expect nothing less Let’s eat”

He led her into the dining roo fire, this time cupped in rose-veined marble A wo in crealasses topped off

Eve, who rarely gave a thought to her appearance, wished she’d worn so more suitable to the occasion than jeans and a sweater

“So, how’d you get rich?” she asked him

“Various ways” He liked to watch her eat, he discovered There was a single-mindedness to it