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Bill is downstairs after some breakfast. He sits down at the counter, and before he can even ask, Bar provides him with a loaded plate; eggs, bacon, sausage, hashbrowns, a short stack of pancakes, a cup of coffee and orange juice.

Bill grins at the offering, and is about to say thank you when a newspaper appears. Looking at the front page headline his smile falls.

Mardi Gras in Miami

It's not really the headline, but the part underneath that tells how the Saints defeated the Colts 31-17 in the Superbowl that's just killed his good mood.

Bill lifts the paper and shakes his head.

"Aw, c'mon, no. I didn't even know they were playin'."

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Mischief lights her eyes.

"You're right," she says, her smile widening. "You're hoping I tackle you in a two-piece."

"I wouldn't mind givin' up yards for that," he admits, smirk forming.

Her cheeks heat and she refocuses on her smoothie.

"Now you're just hoping flattery makes it happen."

Bill draws back with a casual shrug, and turns his focus back to his breakfast, mixing some of his eggs with the hash browns.

After a minute he glances over.

"Is the flattery workin'?"

She can't help a laugh.

"Maybe."

A beat.

"You'll find out after breakfast."

That sounds rather promising to him, so he works a bit faster on his meal.

Pushing aside his plate, he finishes his coffee and takes a breath.

"I might need just a few before headin' out."

It was a Big breakfast.

She swirls the chunks of pineapple at the bottom of her glass with her straw.

"I think I can spare some time for you," she says, pushing away what little that's left of the smoothie and reaching for his hand. "Let's get changed while you digest."

He gives her hand a squeeze and stands.

"You think y'can?"

He shakes his head, bumping her lightly with his arm.

"I know you will, 'cause y'like me."

She hooks an arm around his as they head upstairs.

"Somebody's cocky."

"Am not, just statin' fact," He says, then pauses and looks down at her.

"Y'do like me, don't'cha?"

She stops a few feet short of the door to the suite, turning to face him.

"Nope."

She shakes her head for emphasis.

"It's not like."

His smie warms, and he gives her fingers a squeeze.

"Okay, not like, which is even more reason for you t'be nice to me."

She laces her fingers with his, biting her lower lip to tamp down her own smile.

"Is that so?"

"It is." He nods.

"There's a rule book somewhere that says so."

A second eyebrow arches to join the first.

"And does this book say why it's a rule, exactly?"

Bill thinks a moment, then shrugs, containing a grin.

"Nope, but y'shouldn't question the rules of the universe, Kate. They're rules for a reason."

"I am nice to you, sheriff."

She rises on her tiptoes, her lips millimeters from his.

"Rules or no rules."

"Yeah, y'are," he admits, eyes on hers.

Feeling the ghost of her breath against his lips, he closes the small distance.

She smiles and leans into the kiss, eyes slipping shut.

Pulling back a moment later, the apples of her cheeks are tinged with pink.

"But it'll be a different story on the beach."

He chuckles and rests a hand on her waist.

"You makin' threats, Miss Warner?"

"Threatening an officer?"

She shakes her head, her fingers drifting to squeeze his wrist before she turns to unlock the door.

"Never -- that's an arrestable offense."

"Good." He nods, following her inside."Wouldn't want t'have t'take you in before I get a chance to show you up."

Rummaging through a dresser drawer, she shoots him a playful look.

"Oh, like you would."

"Would what? Take you in or show you up? 'Cause I'd do 'em both."

He returns her playful look, then searches for something to wear outside.

"Take me in," she says, locating a bikini, a pair of yoga pants and a camisole.

"We both know you're not going to show me up out there."