other.
Montalvo stopped again before he reached Cassidy. "I'll be waiting for you to contact me, Quinn." He smiled. "I'm sure that Eve would want to know everything I know. Don't you?" Bastard.
"I'VE BROUGHT WINE," MIGUEL said when Eve opened the door at six that night. He handed her the bottle. "I'm assured it's much better than what is stored in the cellars of this hotel."
"And who assured you?"
"Mr. BlackJack Calahan. He owns the only liquor store in Bloomburg." He looked past her to Jane as he came into the room. "You are Jane MacGuire. I'm delighted to meet you. I'm sure Eve has told you what a fine, upstanding man I am."
"She told me you're interesting." Jane looked at the label of the wine. "But you have very bad taste in wine."
"That's because I grew up in the jungle and I have no social skills. BlackJack lied to me?"
"BlackJack must have seen you coming." Jane put the wine on the table. "Eve's already ordered dinner. It should be here soon."
"Too bad. I thought I'd have time to impress you with my stories of life in Colombia."
"I'd rather hear if you've had any news from Clayborne Forest," Eve said. "I know about your life in Colombia." She looked down at his bandaged hands. "And what you went through makes me sick."
"It wasn't bad. Montalvo made it challenging. He likes challenges." His gaze went to the reconstruction of Carrie on the desk. "Is she dining with us? Not that I'd object. But it's difficult to divide my attention between the two of you, and that would—"
"Have you heard anything?" Eve interrupted. "I haven't heard from Joe since this morning."
"Montalvo saw him and I assume he was well."
"Montalvo and Joe?" Eve said slowly.
"All is well. Montalvo didn't mention attempted murder or mayhem on either part." He was staring at Jane. "You're very beautiful. That red-brown hair and brown eyes are like Eve's, yet you're different. Same strength, same character in your face, but it's not the same."
"If we look alike it's pure coincidence. We're not related."
"I think you are in spirit. But you're a firecracker set to gloriously explode. She's a wonderful enigma that could take a man a lifetime to solve."
Jane shook her head in disgust. "Talk about saccharine. I believe I'm going to be sick." Miguel beamed. "And you have a tongue that's as sharp as a machete. I believe I may be in love."
Jane blinked. "What?"
"I can't be in love with Eve. That would cause too many complications. You're much safer. Do you have a man?"
"That's none of your business."
"Do you?"
"I have a relationship."
"Why isn't he with you?"
"Trevor has his own life. I have mine." Jane frowned. "Back off, Miguel." He sighed. "I'll try to contain myself. But it's difficult. I would really have liked to have been in love with you. It would have been beyond everything."
Eve was shaking her head. "Stop making Jane uncomfortable or I'll kick you out."
"She's not uncomfortable, she's tough like you." Miguel smiled. "And she likes me, or she would have kicked me out herself." There was a knock on the door and Miguel swung around to open it. "That must be dinner. I'll get—" He broke off as he opened the door. "Good evening, Quinn. Eve was just asking about you. I told her you'd met with Montalvo and survived." He stepped aside to let him in. "I've been looking forward to spending the evening with your two beautiful—" His smile faded. "You're very grim. Does that mean that you're not going to permit me to intrude?"
"I don't care what you do," Joe said. "I'm going to talk to Eve and I want you to call Montalvo and tell him to come here tomorrow morning at eight. Then I'll get back to Clayborne Forest."
"Ask him," Miguel corrected. "I don't tell Montalvo anything."
"Then ask him." He turned to Eve. "May I talk to you?" She nodded. "Hell, yes. That's what I've wanted you to do since we got here." She turned and headed toward her bedroom. "I'll eat later, Jane. You two go ahead."
"We're being thrown together," Miguel said as
Montalvo stopped again before he reached Cassidy. "I'll be waiting for you to contact me, Quinn." He smiled. "I'm sure that Eve would want to know everything I know. Don't you?" Bastard.
"I'VE BROUGHT WINE," MIGUEL said when Eve opened the door at six that night. He handed her the bottle. "I'm assured it's much better than what is stored in the cellars of this hotel."
"And who assured you?"
"Mr. BlackJack Calahan. He owns the only liquor store in Bloomburg." He looked past her to Jane as he came into the room. "You are Jane MacGuire. I'm delighted to meet you. I'm sure Eve has told you what a fine, upstanding man I am."
"She told me you're interesting." Jane looked at the label of the wine. "But you have very bad taste in wine."
"That's because I grew up in the jungle and I have no social skills. BlackJack lied to me?"
"BlackJack must have seen you coming." Jane put the wine on the table. "Eve's already ordered dinner. It should be here soon."
"Too bad. I thought I'd have time to impress you with my stories of life in Colombia."
"I'd rather hear if you've had any news from Clayborne Forest," Eve said. "I know about your life in Colombia." She looked down at his bandaged hands. "And what you went through makes me sick."
"It wasn't bad. Montalvo made it challenging. He likes challenges." His gaze went to the reconstruction of Carrie on the desk. "Is she dining with us? Not that I'd object. But it's difficult to divide my attention between the two of you, and that would—"
"Have you heard anything?" Eve interrupted. "I haven't heard from Joe since this morning."
"Montalvo saw him and I assume he was well."
"Montalvo and Joe?" Eve said slowly.
"All is well. Montalvo didn't mention attempted murder or mayhem on either part." He was staring at Jane. "You're very beautiful. That red-brown hair and brown eyes are like Eve's, yet you're different. Same strength, same character in your face, but it's not the same."
"If we look alike it's pure coincidence. We're not related."
"I think you are in spirit. But you're a firecracker set to gloriously explode. She's a wonderful enigma that could take a man a lifetime to solve."
Jane shook her head in disgust. "Talk about saccharine. I believe I'm going to be sick." Miguel beamed. "And you have a tongue that's as sharp as a machete. I believe I may be in love."
Jane blinked. "What?"
"I can't be in love with Eve. That would cause too many complications. You're much safer. Do you have a man?"
"That's none of your business."
"Do you?"
"I have a relationship."
"Why isn't he with you?"
"Trevor has his own life. I have mine." Jane frowned. "Back off, Miguel." He sighed. "I'll try to contain myself. But it's difficult. I would really have liked to have been in love with you. It would have been beyond everything."
Eve was shaking her head. "Stop making Jane uncomfortable or I'll kick you out."
"She's not uncomfortable, she's tough like you." Miguel smiled. "And she likes me, or she would have kicked me out herself." There was a knock on the door and Miguel swung around to open it. "That must be dinner. I'll get—" He broke off as he opened the door. "Good evening, Quinn. Eve was just asking about you. I told her you'd met with Montalvo and survived." He stepped aside to let him in. "I've been looking forward to spending the evening with your two beautiful—" His smile faded. "You're very grim. Does that mean that you're not going to permit me to intrude?"
"I don't care what you do," Joe said. "I'm going to talk to Eve and I want you to call Montalvo and tell him to come here tomorrow morning at eight. Then I'll get back to Clayborne Forest."
"Ask him," Miguel corrected. "I don't tell Montalvo anything."
"Then ask him." He turned to Eve. "May I talk to you?" She nodded. "Hell, yes. That's what I've wanted you to do since we got here." She turned and headed toward her bedroom. "I'll eat later, Jane. You two go ahead."
"We're being thrown together," Miguel said as
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