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the kitchen and family room, and a half bath. The covered terrace overlooking the pool and then the Intracoastal Waterway held Sabine’s attention longer than the interior. Mulligan stirred himself, had a good shake, and followed them out there.
    “A great way to pass the time, I would imagine, sitting out here and doing absolutely nothing.” She smiled at Gabe. “I should think it’s a constant source of inspiration. All those changing colours in the water must give you a ton of ideas.”
    “You’re not wrong,” he said, but the deep intensity of his gaze was settled on her profile rather than the view. “Come on, there’s a lot more.”
    On the next level were their bedrooms and the guest room. He opened the door and ushered her in ahead of him. Mulligan followed, his claws clacking against the wooden floor. He took a look round, had another shake, and settled down on a rug, appearing to like his new accommodation. They both laughed.
    “He’s rather spoiled, I’m afraid.”
    “That’s okay. I like a guy who goes for what he wants.”
    She turned to face him. “Are you flirting with me?”
    “Absolutely.”
    Sabine laughed. “Glad we got that one sorted out.” Her gaze fell upon her bags from the condo standing against the wall. “You obviously assumed I’d be staying.”
    Gabe shrugged. “Had to put them somewhere. We don’t do untidy.”
    “I noticed.” She wrinkled her brow. “That’s a bit unusual for you artistic types, isn’t it? Worrying about something as insignificant as tidiness, I mean.”
    “Oh, I’m the biggest slob on the planet, as you’ll see from my studio. It’s the others who like order and method in their lives. Fin, especially, is a bit anal retentive about that sort of thing.”
    “Well, I guess when you live with other people you have to make compromises.”
    “Exactly.”
    She swirled round, taking in the large, bright room with its Bermuda blinds, huge bed, walk-in closet, and spacious en suite. There was also a sitting area with a television and comfortable seating. She found it hard to believe that it would be all hers for a while.
    “This would fit twice over in the condo I’ve been living in.”
    “Then enjoy.”
    “Thanks.” She sat on the edge of the bed and bounced up and down, testing the springs. “I think I will.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Gabe looked away, surprised at the extent of his desire for her. Women were ten a penny, all keen to have a piece of Gabe, and it was a long time since one had gotten to him in that way that Sabine seemed to have done without even trying. He, Otto, and Fin tended to share a woman if they all liked her, but Sabine wasn’t just any woman. She was a client…well, sort of, and she was also on a mission. Would she want to be distracted? He needed to talk to the others about her, decide if she was off-limits or if they’d make a joint approach.
    “Come on, now you get to see the best bit.”
    They went up the final staircase, and he opened the door to his studio with a flourish. She stepped into the room that covered the entire top floor, light pouring in through windows on every elevation, and gasped.
    “It’s amazing,” she said reverently, laughing at the organized chaos. “I see what you mean about the mess, though.”
    “Mess?” Gabe affected surprise. “What mess?”
    She walked up to canvases piled on top of one another against the wall. “May I?”
    “Be my guest.”
    She flipped through them, taking her time as she examined each one. “You really are very talented.”
    He shrugged. Praise always embarrassed him. He did what came naturally to him and didn’t think there was anything remarkable about it. “I have my moments.”
    “Where did you learn to paint?”
    “I guess I’ve always had an aptitude for it. I grew up in Kansas, of all places.”
    “That’s in the Midwest, right?” He nodded. “All I know about it is wheat.”
    “There’s not much more to know. There was no inspiring scenery, so