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She decided she’d continue to stand
Objets d’art were placed selectively around the room A carved tower that resembled the ruins of some ancient castle, the lass, what appeared to be a bottle that flashed with vivid, changing colors with the heat of her hand
When Ha room, Eve concluded that he was every bit as dras
He looked pale, heavy eyed, but it only increased his stunning looks He was tall and elegantly slim His face was poetically hollowed at the cheeks Unlike many of his contemporaries—Eve knew hiray naturally An excellent choice for hi a silver as one of Roarke’s Georgian candlesticks
His eyes were the saht have been grief or weariness
He crossed to her, cupped her hand in both of his “Eve” When his lips brushed her cheek, she winced He was ht they both knew it
“George,” she began, subtly drawing back “I appreciate your time”
“Nonsense I’ A call I had to coestured toward the sofa, the sleeves of his casual shirt billoith theon it “What can I offer you?”
“Nothing, really”
“Coffee” He smiled a little “I recall you’re very fond of it I have some of Roarke’s blend” He pressed a button on the arentine Gold,” he ordered, “two cups” Then, with that faint and sober smile still on his lips, he turned back to her “It’ll help me relax,” he explained “I’, Eve Or perhaps I should be calling you Lieutenant Dallas, under the circumstances”
“Then you understand why I’m here”
“Of course Cicely I can’t get used to it” His cream-over-cream voice shook a little “I’ve heard it countless times on the news I’ve spoken with her children and with Marco But I can’t seeone”
“You saw her the night she was killed”
A muscle in his cheek jerked “Yes We had dinner We often did when our schedules allowed Once a week at least More, if we could e it We were close”
He paused as a slided in with the coffee Ha on the small task almost fiercely “How close?” he murmured, and Eve saw his hand wasn’t quite steady as he lifted his cup “Intimate We’d been lovers, exclusive lovers, for several years I loved her very much”