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Feeney, under the supervision of Dennis Mira. They were sort of an odd pair—
diverse, as Nadine had said—the lanky, dreamy-eyed professor and the rumpled
cop with his explosion of ginger hair.
    “How’s it going?” she asked.
    “Got another couple orders for cow burgers, and these kabob deals.” Feeney
flipped a patty.
    “I don’t know where they put it.” Dennis shook his head.
    “Cop stomachs.” Feeney winked at Eve. “We eat what’s in front of us, and
plenty of it when we get the chance.”
    “Somebody ought to save room for lemon meringue pie and strawberry
shortcake.”
    Feeney stopped with a burger on his flipper. “We got lemon meringue pie
and strawberry shortcake?”
    “That’s the word on the street.”
    “Where’s it at?”
    “I don’t know. Ask Summerset.”
    “Don’t think I won’t.” He flipped the burger then shoved the spatula at
Dennis. “Take over. I’m getting my share before these vultures get wind.”
    As Feeney rushed off, Dennis’s eyes went even softer. “Is there whipped
cream?”
    “Probably.”
    “Ah.” He handed her the spatula. “Would you mind?” he asked, adding a
fatherly pat on the head. “I have a weakness for shortcake and whipped cream.”
    “Um—” But he was already strolling off.
    Eve looked down at the sizzling patties, the skewered vegetables. It wasn’t
quite as terrifying as having a drooling baby dumped in her arms, but… How
the hell did you know when they were done? Did something signal? Should she
poke at them or leave them alone?
    Everything sizzled and smoked, and there were countless dials and gauges.
When she cautiously lifted another shiny lid, she found fat dogs—probably actual
pig meat—cooking away like hot, engorged penises.
    She closed the lid again, then let out a huff of relief when Roarke joined her.
    “They deserted the field, seduced by rumors of cake and pie. You handle
this.” She surrendered the spatula. “I might do something that puts Louise and
her doctor’s bag to work.”
    He looked at the sizzle and smoke as she’d often seen him look at some
thorny computer code. With the light of challenge in his eyes.
    “It’s actually satisfying, the grilling business.” He offered the spatula. “I
could teach you.”
    “No thanks. Eating it’s satisfying, and I’ve already done that.”
    He slid the burgers from grill to platter, then used some sort of tongs to
transfer the kabobs.
    “If I’d known they were done, I could’ve done that.”
    “You have other talents.” He leaned down, the platter of food between
them, and kissed her.
    A good moment, she thought—the scents, the voices, the hot summer sun.
Eve started to smile, then saw Lopez crossing in their direction. He walked like
the boxer he’d been, she thought, the compact body light on the feet.
    “Ready for another round, Chale?” Roarke asked him.
    “The first was more than enough. I want to thank you both for having me.
You have a beautiful home, beautiful friends.”
    “You’re not leaving already?”
    “I’m afraid I have to. I have the evening Mass, with a baptism. The family
requested me, so I have to get back to St. Cristóbal’s and prepare. But I can’t
think of a nicer way to have spent the afternoon.”
    “I’ll drive you,” Eve said.
    “That’s kind of you.” He looked at her—warm brown eyes that to her mind
always held a lingering hint of sadness. “But I couldn’t take you away from your
guests.”
    “No problem. They’re focused on food, and dessert’s coming up.”
    He continued to look at her, to search, and she knew he saw something as
he nodded. “I’d appreciate it.”
    “Why don’t you take this?” Roarke handed Eve the platter. “Set it out, and
I’ll have Summerset box up some of the desserts for Chale.”
    “You’d make me a hero in the rectory tonight. I’ll just say my good-byes
then.”
    “Thanks,” Eve said when Lopez moved back to the party. “There’s just a
couple of things I