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Roarke watched her a , when she was naked and glassy-eyed He gestured toward the robe the bedroo neatly over the foot of the bed Eve groped into it, too sleepy yet to be baffled by the feel of silk against her skin

Roarke poured her a cup of coffee and waited while she settled into the chair across from him and savor

ed it The cat, thinking his luck ht to runt

“You slept well”

“Yeah” She drew the coffee in like breath, winced only a little as Galahad circled her lap and kneaded her thighs with his needle claws “I feel close to huain”

“Hungry?”

She grunted again Eve already knew his kitchen was staffed with artists She took a swan-shaped pastry from the silver tray and downed it in three enthusiastic bites When she reached for the coffeepot herself, her eyes were fully open and clear Feeling generous, she broke off a swan’s head and gave it to Galahad

“It’s always a pleasure watching you wake up,” he commented “But sometimes I wonder if you want me only for my coffee”

“Well” She grinned at hiain “I really like the food, too And the sex isn’t bad”

“You seeht I have to be in Australia today I may not make it back until tomorrow or the day after”

“Oh”

“I’d like you to stay here while I’one”

“We’ve been through that I don’t feel comfortable”

“Perhaps you would if you’d consider it your home as well as mine Eve” He laid a hand on hers before she could speak “When are you going to accept what I feel for you?”

“Look, I’m just ot a lot of work right now”