His eyes flashed. "No. But that's not a bad idea."

"Then how?" She knew he would, but she still wanted to know how he had done it.

"Not many women that look like you in Papua New Guinea." His voice was clipped, professional, but she caught the slight tightening around his eyes that he couldn't quite control. "I greased a few palms and got the intel I needed."

She turned to face him fully then, one hip cocked against the serving counter. "Well, I'm nearly finished here. Ten minutes."

"You're ...