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342 pages, Hardcover
First published November 7, 2006
“Okay, okay.” She rolled her eyes. “I can handle it. But it stinks, if you ask me, really stinks, that you get to go out somewhere drinking beer while I’m stuck at Baby Central. Just because you have a penis.”
“We’ll think fondly of you over beer, me and my penis.””
”“Five or six what? What?” She thought…for a moment she thought her heart actually stopped. The buzz in her ears was so thick she barely heard his laugh. “That’s not funny.”
“It certainly was, especially from my point of view. You couldn’t see your face.”
“You know, one day, perhaps in our lifetime, medical science will find a way to implant an embryo into a man, incubating it there while said man waddles around looking like he swallowed and is unable to digest a pot-bellied pig. Then we’ll see what’s funny.”
“Her laugh turned to a sneer as she stepped into the house and saw Summerset. “Can’t you ever be somewhere that’s not here?””
”“Sorry. My brain went to sleep an hour ago. The rest of me hasn’t figured it out yet. Anyway, we found this one in the kitchen. It’s built into the pantry—where, I might add, the guy had prime consumable goodies. We didn’t eat anything. It was hard and painful, but we resisted. And in this nice little safe—which took my Scottish stud thirty-five minutes to crack—we found cash.”
““Both of them?” Roarke gripped Eve’s hand, pushed to his feet, pulling her
with him. “Now? Both?”
“Just bloody hell perfect.”
Hadn’t she just run an op that had taken down two international criminals? And during which, hadn’t she personally kicked a killer in the balls?
Hadn’t she just faced a personal demon by sitting in Interview with Bullock and seeing her own father ’s face?
She could handle this. Please God.”
“For herself, Eve did her job and looked anywhere but at what was going on below.
“I think we should switch.” She narrowed her eyes at Roarke as Mavis sucked in for the next round.
“There’s no power in heaven or hell that could make me go down there.”
“That’s the way, Mavis,” Randa encouraged. “See, the head.”
Instinctively Roarke glanced at the mirror angled for Mavis. “Oh, God! My eyes.””
““And you’ve two lives, two new beginnings, carrying your name. That’s quite a tribute, Lieutenant.”
“Hope I never have to arrest them.””