Cooper picked out a couple of nicely shaped cannoli and asked for a cup of Turkish coffee. "Oh, there are a couple of incidents. Or so I hear." He contemplated the placemat for a moment as if searching for crib notes, then tilted a narrow, honestly devilish for a change smile up at Sarah. "There were a couple nights in Puerto Rico I only have reports from third parties for. My own memory is a little spotty. That Don Q rum sure is fine stuff, by the way."<br/><br/>His coffee had taken its place by the water glass and he lifted the cup to his lips, but before he had time to do more than breathe in its aroma a stronger jolt than any caffeine had ever given shot through him. Amazing - that gentle pressure of Sarah's leg against his had set his heart revving like a lead foot on the accelerator.<em>Oh, wow ... oh, this probably isn't smart ... but oh, yes ma'am, I'd like another...</em><br/><br/>Cooper took a bite of one of the cannoli, savored each slow chew. Then he pinched off the other end and held it out to Sarah with his fingers. "Luscious. Care to try?"