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Give the guy a chance." She thrust out her bottom lip, a formidable weapon when
painted magenta. "Don't be such a squash, Dallas."
"Shit, I'm here, anyway."
Rushed with success, Mavis bounced to the whining security camera. "Mavis
Freestone and Eve Dallas, for Leonardo."
The outer door opened with a grinding clunk. Mavis made a beeline for the old
wire-screened elevator. "This place is really into retro. I think Leonardo might
even stay here after he hits. You know, eccentric artist and all that."
"Right." Eve closed her eyes and prayed as the elevator bumped its way upward.
She was taking the stairs down, absolutely.
"Now, keep an open mind," Mavis ordered, "and let Leonardo take care of you.
Darling!" She positively flowed out of the dinky elevator and into a cluttered,
colorful space. Eve had to admire her.
"Mavis, my dove."
Then Eve was struck dumb. The man with the artist's name was six-five if he was
an inch and built like a maxibus. Huge, rippling biceps mountained out of a
sleeveless robe in the eye-searing colors of a Martian sunset. His face was wide
as the moon, its copper-toned skin stretched tight as a drumhead over razor-
edged cheekbones. He had a small, glinting stone winking beside his flashing
grin and eyes like gold coins.
He swirled Mavis into his arms, off her feet, and around in one fast and
graceful circle. And he kissed her, long, hard, and in a fashion that warned Eve
the two of them had a great deal more going on than a mutual love of fashion and
art.
"Leonardo." Beaming like a fool, Mavis ran her gold-tipped fingers through his
tight, shoulder-length curls.
"Babydoll."
Eve managed not to gag as they cooed at each other, but she did roll her eyes.
She was stuck now, without a doubt. Mavis was in love again.
"The hair, it's wonderful." Leonardo ran loving fingers, the size of soydogs,
through Mavis's streaked mop.
"I hoped you'd like it. This..." There was a dramatic pause, as though she were
about to introduce her awardwinning schnauzer. "Is Dallas."
"Ah yes, the bride. Lovely to meet you, Lieutenant Dallas." He kept one arm
around Mavis and shot the other out to take Eve's hand. "Mavis has told me so
much about you."
"Yeah." Eve slanted a look toward her friend. "She's been a little light on
details on you."
He laughed, a booming sound that made Eve's ears ring even as her lips twitched
in response. "My turtledove can be secretive. Refreshments," he stated, then
whirled off in a cloud of color and unexpected grace.
"He's wonderful, isn't he?" Mavis whispered, eyes dancing with love.
"You're sleeping with him."
"You wouldn't believe how... inventive he is. How..." Mavis blew out a breath,
patted her breast. "The man is a sexual artist."
"I don't want to hear about it. Absolutely don't want to hear about it." Drawing
her brows together, Eve scanned the room.
It was wide, high ceilinged, and crowded with flows and streams of material.
Fuchsia rainbows, ebony waterfalls, chartreuse pools dripped from the ceiling,
along the walls, over tabletops and arms of chairs.