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little, and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “It was an accident ?”
    “I was on Stark Street.”
    “That explains it,” Morelli said, his attention back to the bag of food.
    He ate the chocolate cake first. He gave some potatoes to Bob. And he put the rest in the fridge for later.
    “This is a nice surprise,” he said, settling back into the couch. “Do you want to take your clothes off?”
    “Whatever happened to romance? What about foreplay?”
    “Foreplay goes faster without clothes.”
    “Fast is important?”
    Morelli flicked his eyes back to the television. “They’re changing the pitcher. We probably have ten minutes.”
    “I need more than ten minutes.”
    Morelli grinned at me, and his eyes got soft and dark. “I know.”
    “And I get distracted by television.”
    He remoted the television off. “Yeah, I know that too.”
    “What happens after ten minutes and the new pitcher’s ready to go?”
    “Fireworks. And then you tell me I’m amazing.”
    “Suppose there aren’t fireworks after ten minutes?”
    “I’m no quitter,” Morelli said.
    I knew this to be true. “I think I’m getting in the mood,” I said to him. “And I can see you’re already a couple steps ahead of me.”
    “You noticed.”
    “Hard not to.”
    He nuzzled my neck, popped the snap at the top of my jeans, and slid the zipper down. “Let me help you catch up.”

FOUR
    MORELLI IS ALWAYS fully awake at the crack of dawn, ready to go out and enforce the law or, if I’m in his bed, to grab a quickie while I’m still half asleep. I opened an eye and saw that he was moving around in the dimly lit room. He was clean-shaven, his hair was still damp from his shower, and he was dressed in slacks and a blue dress shirt.
    “Is this dress-up Friday?” I asked him.
    “I have court.” He took his watch off the nightstand and slipped it on. “I’ll probably be there most of the morning.”
    I looked under the covers. I was naked. “Did we have sex this morning?”
    “Yeah. You thanked me after and said it was great.”
    “You’re fibbing. I never thank you.”
    I got out of bed and dropped one of Morelli’s T-shirts over my head. I shuffled after him, down the stairs and into the kitchen.
    Morelli’s kitchen is small but cozy. He’s laid new tile on the floor, put in a new countertop, and repainted the cabinets and walls. His appliances aren’t new but they’re newer than mine. His refrigerator is usually filled with food. His cereal doesn’t have bugs in it. And he has a toaster. This all puts him light-years ahead of me in the domestic goddess race.
    A door opens off the kitchen onto Morelli’s narrow backyard. He’s had it fenced in for Bob, and Bob was impatiently waiting to get let out to tinkle. Morelli opened the door, and Bob bolted out into the darkness.
    “You never get up this early,” Morelli said, closing the door, pushing the BREW button on the coffeemaker. “What’s going on?”
    “I was hoping you knew something about Geoffrey Cubbin.”
    “The guy who disappeared from Central Hospital? I don’t know much. It’s not my case.”
    “How could someone just walk away in the middle of the night without anyone seeing him?”
    “I’m told it happens,” Morelli said. “And he had good reason to want to walk away. He didn’t have a promising future.”
    “Who has the case?”
    “Lenny Schmidt.”
    “Did he check to see if Cubbin called a cab?”
    Morelli did a palms-up. He didn’t know. “I assume you’re looking for Cubbin because Vinnie wrote the bond.”
    I dropped two slices of bread into the toaster. “It’s a high bond, and I could use the money. I need a new car.”
    “You always need a new car. What you really need is a new job.”
    I got two mugs out of his over-the-counter cabinet and put them on the little kitchen dining table. “Which brings me to the other issue. I’m going to have to cancel our date tonight. I told Ranger I’d do security for him at a party. He