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collectors.
    They want money.
    Theyll get it, Hannah said with a confidence that was utterly false. The Black Trinity was
     gone.
    Chang started to object, but didnt. Hannah would know soon enough that rebuilding Pearl
     Cove was beyond her means. With Len dead, no one would lend her money. If someone tried to
     the Aussies would step in. But the Australian government wouldnt take on the family of
     Chang. Not yet, anyway. Everyone was still pretending to be partners in the development of
     Pacific Rim assets.
    Automatically Chang reached for Hannahs arm to escort her to the house. His irritation
     spiked when he realized that she was already walking away from him with the easy, lithe
     movements that never failed to arouse him.
    Coco saw his expression, laughed, and asked in French. Did you think it would be that easy?
    Call Smithe. Chang spoke in French even though his voice was too low to carry as far as
     Hannah. I ll own Pearl Cove before the bill comes due.
    The Aussies, they will not like that.
    They can get stuffed.
    Mmm, sounds like fun. She stretched again, arching her back and pressing her full breasts
     against the thin fabric of her bikini top. At the height of her stretch she knew she had
     Ians full attention. Smiling, she let her fingertips trail lightly down his bare chest.
     You going to get stuffed tonight?
    No. You are.
    The usual time?
    Ive got a conference call with the States. We wont be done until midnight.
    You will be done two minutes after I put my face in your lap.
    Care to wager on that?
    Anticipation sent a faint curl of heat through Coco. Nothing turned her on like a sexual
     challenge. Men were usually too easy. One look at her ass and their palms sweated. When
     does your call start?
    Ten oclock. I will be there at five after. What do I get when I win? A black pearl. What
     do I get if I dont win? Fucked. Cocos teasing, confident laughter drifted up the sand path
     to the house.
    Hearing the sexy, hot-woman sound, Hannah smiled. She often wished she could be more like
     Coco, utterly comfortable in her body, in her mind, in her sex. But she wasnt. She never
     had been. She doubted that she ever would be. Some parts of her missionary upbringing went
     straight to the bone.
    Coco had been raised in a culture that was part expatriate French, part Polynesian, and
     one hundred percent sensual. Hannahs parents would have called Coco a slut. Hannah didnt.
     Coco was simply a physical female who ate when she was hungry, slept when she was tired,
     and had sex when she pleased with anyone she pleased. If Coco was also a ruthless tease,
     well, there werent all that many saints in Western Australia.
    When Hannah came to Changs car, she didnt hesitate before walking on past it. Even in the
     unreasonable heat, she didnt mind the half-kilometer path from high tide line to the
     house. Not that she would set any speed records. She didnt want to. She just wanted to
     avoid being locked up by four walls. Since Lens death, she had become claustrophobic.
    Locked in the shed. Waiting. Trapped.
    The weight of the sunlight was almost welcome on her skin. It was hot, bright, burning;
     everything that death was not.
    Chang caught up with Hannah halfway to the house, where the road cut across the path. Dust
     from the four-wheel-drive Mercedes settled over Hannah like a bad reputation.
    Get in, darling, Chang called through the open passenger window. Much as Id love to see
     your beautiful ass swing all the way to the house, I have appointments in Broome.
    Instead of reaching for the door handle, she stood at the side of the road and watched him
     with remote indigo eyes. Darling? Beautiful ass? Her voice was neutral, as emotionless as
     her eyes. You told me this was family business.
    You can let go of the nun act now. Youre not a married woman anymore. Pleasure and
     business, the best of both worlds. Youll like it that way. Ill see to it.
    The impatience and irritation in his voice