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You could move to Miami if you wanted.”
    â€œNot on my own! I’d need a friend there. Besides, I’m rather happy with my life, really. I make a good living, and I’m proud of it. I’d like to see you happy, because you’ve gone through so much lately.”
    Their food arrived and they thanked their waitress. When she was gone, Jen said, “I think that everyone else in the entire world has an aunt, an uncle, grandparents, parents, or a sister or brother who has moved to Florida. Not me. But now…I’m going to wait for you to go down to this Eden in the tropics, find out if you move, and then…wow. We could cruise the clubs on South Beach. Dance salsa. I could have a social life,” she said, laughing, “as well as a great career.”
    â€œJen, I’m not planning on moving down there. I’m just going to go and visit. If I’m actually invited for a real visit.”
    â€œIf you’re invited for a visit!” Jen repeated incredulously. She wagged a finger at Kit. “You’ve already been invited.”
    â€œI was told to call if I needed anything.”
    â€œHoney, you can pack your bags tonight. I saw the way that he was looking at you.”
    â€œAnd he may be damned practiced at looking at people that way,” Kit said sagely.
    â€œGreat. Someone gorgeous is looking at you, and you’re going to be skeptical.”
    â€œYou bet.”
    â€œYou’re impossible.”
    â€œNo—just wary. But anxious as well, I’ll admit.”
    â€œSo does David own the place now?” Jen asked.
    â€œNo,” Kit assured her.
    â€œWho does actually own it?”
    â€œA man—I guess an old, distant cousin named Seamus Delaney. It’s kind of a confused story, and I probably wasn’t paying attention at the time I heard it. I think that my grandfather had an ownership in it, along with David’s grandfather, but they both sold out to my grandfather’s cousin, another Delaney—Seamus. There are other people living there, too—I don’t really know who they were, or their connection to the place because what I remember is more the physical, you know, the little lagoon, the house, stuff like that.”
    â€œI’d better get an invitation down there,” Jen said firmly.
    â€œI don’t own the place!”
    â€œBut you’re a long-lost child of Eden!” Jen protested. “So get to work. Learn more from tall, dark, and radiantly studly tonight, get down there, and get me an invitation!”
    â€œI’ll do my best,” Kit assured her dryly.
    Jen glanced at her watch. “Hey, it’s getting close to show time.”
    â€œWe’re all right.”
    â€œNo, let’s get the check, and head back up. There’s too much confusion when everything closes down. Heck…it’s going to take me forever to get back to my hotel. There are going to be long lines for the buses and at the taxi stands. Hmm.” She looked at Kit pointedly.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œHe said he had a car. I’m going to meet him with you—he can drop me off at my hotel, okay? Besides, that way I’ll check him out for you really good, thoughyou know you’re not supposed to look a gift horse in the mouth.”
    â€œDavid is a gift horse?”
    â€œHe would be in my life, honey! Seriously,” Jen said, growing serious. “Would you mind asking him to give me a ride? It’s so difficult to get out of here on the buses or in a taxi. And seriously, I will give him a good once-over, make sure you’re not taking off with a homicidal maniac, or anything.”
    â€œI’ll be happy to see if he can give you a ride,” Kit assured her, smiling. Jen had done a million favors for her. Since they had met at Kit’s first comic convention, Jen had shared her knowledge and experience freely. She was truly a best friend. She liked to tease about her own lack of