We're going to get a couple things straight here, Roarke.' 'Your color's back.' Pleased with himself, he rose and nipped a kiss onto the tip of her nose. 'That gray cast to your skin didn't suit you.' Then he grunted as her fist jammed into his stomach. He cleared his throat manfully. 'Your energy level's obviously up, too. Want coffee?' 'I want you to know that if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I'll . . .' She trailed off, narrowed her eyes at Mavis. 'What are you grinning at?' 'It's fun to watch. You two are so tipped over each other.' 'So tipped he's going to end up on his back checking out the ceiling if he doesn't watch out.