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"Oh, you had dinner, but from a wine glass," he scolded. "Come out when you're ready."

"I'm ready now," she said, but climbing from the bed, she added, "Last night, did you say you were throwing away my clothes?"

"I certainly did," he replied, moving into the bathroom to fetch his robe. "Here, put this on. Why would you own an outfit like that?"

"I usually wear a blouse under the top, and the skirt was short because I rolled up the waist."

"I see."

"There you go again," she said with a sigh, wrapping herself in the robe as she followed him into the living room. "Making me feel ten-years old."

"If the shoe fits. Don't worry, I put your outfit in a plastic bag but I haven't had a chance to toss it."

"That's a relief. Duncan, this looks wonderful," she exclaimed, eyeing the breakfast on the table.

"You must not have been as drunk as I thought."

"I have no idea," she said, sitting down and piling scrambled eggs on her plate. "Did I make a complete fool of myself?"

"I only saw you dancing for a minute, and it wasn't pretty. The manager would have stepped in if I hadn't. Apparently Cooper Cross has less than a stellar reputation. How did you end up at The Seven Seas with him?"

"It's no big deal. When I left here I couldn't calm down, so I called him to meet me for a drink."

"You called him? How did you know his cabin number?"

"Sorry, I forgot to mention," she said, buttering some toast. "After you left the bar, Cooper and I bumped into each other while I was waiting for the elevator."

Duncan rolled his eyes.

"Brittany, he would have been watching for you, and when he saw his chance he grabbed it."

"It didn't seem that way."

"You would have ended up in his cabin."

"But I would have said no."

"Do you honestly think he would have taken no for answer?"

Lifting a fork of eggs to her mouth, she suddenly set it back on her place.

"He kept filling my wine glass and telling me I needed to relax. He was getting me sloshed. I'm such an idiot."

"No, but you do idiotic things sometimes."

"I'm sorry to say that's true," she mumbled, then lifted her tea to down the last swallow. "That was delicious. Thank you."

"Do you want anything else?"

"No, I'm stuffed, but I feel better. My head feels clearer."

"Then let's move to the couch. There's something I need to tell you."

"Sure," she replied, and moving to the sofa, she sat down and looked up at him expectantly. "Aren't you joining me?"

"I will in a minute. Right now I prefer to stand. I think better on my feet. It comes from hours in a courtroom."

"A courtroom?"

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