“There’s nothing,” she began to insist once more. “He’s looking at you.” Her head snapped up. But Abraxas was a dirty liar. And Mal was not so much as glancing her way. He was listening intently to Hendrix. Abraxas grinned. “Nothing, cousin?” Maeve exhaled, long and tight. “I’m in over my head aren’t I?” Abraxas shook his head slowly and grinned. “You have no idea. Go on, ask me if he talks about you.”
