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He opted for Mexico It was a quick, easy flight, and his villa there on the turbulent west coast was always prepared Unlike his ho in dothy stays

In Roarke’s mind, droids and computers were convenient but impersonal For the purposes of this visit, however, he was content to rely on them He wanted Eve alone, he wanted her relaxed,

and he wanted her happy

“Jesus, Roarke”

She took one look at the towering, led It looked like a extension of the rock, as if the sheer glass walls had been polished from it Gardens turances

Above, the deepening sky was devoid of any traffic Just blue, the swirl of white clouds, the flashing wings of birds It looked like another world

She’d slept like a stone on the plane, barely surfacing when the pilot had executed a snazzy drop landing that had placed the stone steps that clih to reach up to be certain he hadn’t slipped VR goggles on her while she’d slept

“Where are we?”

“Mexico,” he said simply

“Mexico?” Stunned, she tried to rub the sleep and the shock froht, with affection, that she looked like a cranky child awakened from a nap “But I can’t be in Mexico I have to—”

“Ride or walk?” he asked, pulling her along like a stubborn puppy

“I have to—”

“Ride,” he decided “You’re still groggy”

She could enjoy the cliht, and its ed her into a sleek little air cart, taking the controls hi them up to vertical with a speed that knocked the rest of sleep out of her system

“Christ, not so fast” Her instinct for survival had her clutching the side, wincing as rocks, flowers, and water whizzed by He was roaring with laughter when he slipped the little cart into place at the front patio