The coffee was ready. She pushed the plunger down and poured them each a steaming cup. James added sugar. Sorsha added cream and sugar to the nearly black brew.
“Now, the question, vibrating in the air between us—why would someone drug you? An angry ex? A cuckolded husband?”
James chuckled, shaking his head. “Nothing like that. Haven’t had a woman in weeks.” Blushing slightly, he found the contents of his cup very interesting. “Been working. Needed to be clear headed.”
“Professional athlete?” Head tilted, she raised an eyebrow. Topaz eyes riveted him to his seat.
He laughed loudly. “No. Truth?”
“I’m a thief. A very good thief.”
“And what do you steal? The hearts of women?”
“Jewels, mostly. The odd piece of art. I take others when someone has a job of particular discretion.”
“Oh, my God! You aren’t kidding!”
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