not sounding as if she really cared where they were going, her free hand tracing the star-burst tattoo encircling his nipple.

"Your evening’s not over, Sport," Gabe answered. "Mr. R wants to meet and greet you. He's got a few tricks to show you."

"Loved the pearl beads," was Ms. Tulip’s only response, as they mounted the wide staircase toward the candlelight flickering through the open door at the top of the stairs.