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I was amazed. Yeah, female of the species is my
soft spot, my blind side, but the mature type didn't
usually get me. Whatever, something about this one
totally distracted me. And she knew it.

Businesslike, Garrett. Businesslike.

"Ma'am, Mr. Garrett? Am I that far past it?"

I sputtered. I stumbled around and tripped over my
tongue till it was black with footprints. She finally had
mercy and smiled. "Can we get in out of the
weather?"

"Sure." I stepped aside, held the door. What was
wrong with the weather? It couldn't have been nicer.
There were barely enough clouds to keep you from
falling into a sky as blue as you will ever hope to see.

She brushed past without tricks, just close because
she had to. I shut my eyes. I ground my teeth. I bab-
bled, "My office is the second door on the left. I can't
offer much but beer or brandy. My man Dean is
away." The woman had to be a witch. Or I was out
of practice. Bad.

"Brandy would be perfect, Mr. Garrett."

Of course. Pure class. "Coming right up. Make
yourself at home." I dove into the kitchen. Dig dig
dig till I found some brandy. A bit of a tippler, Dean
hides the stuff all over so I won't know how much he
has bought. I poured from a bottle that I hoped con-
tained good stuff. What did I know about brandy?

16

GLEN COOK

Beer is my favorite food. I zipped to the office. The
seasoned redhead had set up camp in the client's chair.
She frowned as she studied Eleanor. "Here you go."

"Thank you. An interesting painting. There's a lot
there if you look long enough."

I glanced at my honey as I settled. She was a lovely
blonde, terrified, fleeing something only hinted at hi
the painting's background. If you looked at that paint-