Roarke communicated with somebody, got clearance, and, after a couple of final, nasty shakes, they landed. “There now.” Eve held up a finger, then dropped her head between her knees. “Not gonna boot. Just need a second. Need my warrants, too. Need my goddamn warrants.” “And there, she’s rounding back already. You’re a bit pale yet,” he told her when she straightened. “But you’ll do.”
