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starved. I’ll have a couple of eggs, some bacon and, oh, some homemade biscuits would be good.”
    “Yeah, that sounds great.” She walked into the cabin. “You’d better get started on that.”
    He followed her inside. “But, Dray. I don’t know the first thing about cooking.”
    “I’d say it’s about time you learned. What would you have done if I hadn’t shown up?”
    “Dray, sweetheart.”
    Her eyes narrowed in on him. “Don’t sweetheart me, Flint Morgan. I haven’t forgotten the little scene I walked in on with you and Lindsey. If you want to eat, then you’d better learn to cook.”
    He frowned. “Okay, but don’t complain when it tastes like shit.”
    Flint headed into the kitchen. There had to be a few donuts left from the day before. To hell with cooking a big breakfast. He needed to get started on the investigation before the trail got cold anyway.

    * * *

    Adriana glanced around the cabin, impressed with all its amenities. On one side of the room, there was a small efficiency kitchen that held a microwave, coffee/cappuccino maker, a stainless steel refrigerator and matching stove, and a table with two chairs.
    On the other side of the cabin was a massive stone fireplace, a country style oversized sofa and a matching chair. A large cabinet sat in the corner. Adriana assumed it held an entertainment system. On the floor in front of the fireplace lay a cheesy bearskin rug. How anti-PETA was that? What kind of a man was Robert Morgan?
    Adriana’s gaze swept the entire cabin, noting the place looked like a man’s love shack.
    She snorted. “Nice place.” She turned to find Flint standing in the kitchen. He looked lost.
    “Yes it is. Uncle Robert still uses it when he needs to get away.” Flint opened the refrigerator and stuck his head inside.
    “Yeah, I’ll just bet he does,” Adriana said under her breath.
    She glanced around and cringed. “Does this elaborate cabin have a bathroom by any chance?”
    “Yes. It’s on the other side of the bedroom. Through there.” Flint pointed to a door, which obviously led to the cabin’s only bedroom.
    “Thanks.” Adriana opened the door and stepped inside. The bedroom looked like it was straight out of an old spy flick. A Leopard skin print spread covered the huge four-poster bed that completely took up the space in the room. At the headboard was a stack of black and gold chenille pillows on one half, the other side had obviously been slept in. Adriana shook her head. The room was totally vulgar. To her, Robert Morgan was a womanizer, in the worse sense of the word. Now she knew where Flint got his attitude. What was that old adage? The fruit didn’t fall far from the tree. In this case it seemed to fit.
    Adriana opened the door to the bathroom. The décor was the same. Men. All they thought about was sex. Sex, and the DNS.
    Quickly, she finished up in the bathroom, admiring the huge tub. She planned to use it later. Hopefully the water would look a little cleaner than the stuff at the motel where she’d spent the night.
    In the kitchen, she found Flint sitting at the table, his mouth stuffed with a powered donut and a mug of coffee in his hand.
    “What happened to the bacon and eggs you were talking about?” She glared at the half eaten donut in his hand.
    “I thought this would be healthier for me.”
    Adriana caught the hint of sarcasm in his tone.
    She grabbed a cup and poured herself some coffee, then sat across from him at the table.
    “Your uncle has quite the decorative savvy. That bedroom is… ah… what’s the word I’m looking for? Oh yeah—tacky.”
    “I’m sure he’d be hurt to hear you say that, Dray.”
    She shook her head. “Please, Flint, a bearskin rug, Leopard skin print sheets. What’s that all about? Who’s he trying to seduce?”
    He grinned. “You, I’m sure, if he were here.”
    “How old is this man, anyway? Wouldn’t he be a bit past his prime?”
    “Actually, I’m going to let you decide that.