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“You may not have known me half your life, but that’s a pretty good take on my current thinking.” “Who says we didn’t know each other for half, and more, of another life?” “Irish woo-woo.”
She thought of murder and corruption and double-dealing. And of cherry pie à la mode.
“A long, hard day deserves a meal.” “Pizza is a meal.” “Not tonight it isn’t.”
Take a breath, eat a meal, and let it process in that busy brain of yours for a bit.” “It’s been processing.” “No.” He came out with two domed plates. “It’s been collecting, arranging, intersecting. Now let it sit there awhile.”
“Don’t say it’s your job. Not to me. It’s your calling, your passion, your bloody destiny. And I’ve found another part of mine is doing what I can do to help you. It matters to me that I can.” “It matters to me that you will.”
“Bring a thousand or so armed nutcase civilians who think they’re fucking soldiers together?” Almost viciously, Eve stabbed a bite of chop. “What could go wrong?”
And he’s a cop.” Slowly, Eve shook her head. “No, he’s an abuser with a badge, and that’s the worst kind.
There would always be a few cracks along their line, she decided. It didn’t undermine the foundation. Love had pushed him over the line—this time—as much as his own insatiable curiosity. She couldn’t punch him for loving her. Even if part of her still wanted to.
“Russian gangsters are just thugs with accents and tats.”
“Jesus, when does he have time to kill people?” “You don’t find time, Reo. You make it. Later.”
“We’ve put a—what was it, Peabody? A spineless prick of a slug stain away, for a couple of lifetimes.” “I’m taking it. I liked the ‘whiny asshole fuckwit’ myself. Good job, Peabody.”
“Children are the light that cuts through any shadow.
Eve decided having cookies with a Russian gangster (retired) on his patio while he bounced a couple of kids on his knees went down as one of the strangest interludes of her career.
But say when we hit like fifty, he could start eyeballing twenty-year-olds. Of course, if he does, I’ll spoon out his eyeballs and keep them in a glass box on the mantel. That’ll stop that shit.” “I like that one. I’m keeping that one in reserve.”
But love isn’t enough without understanding, real respect, and a hell of a lot of compromise.
“And should be quite a show. One I wouldn’t miss. There should be popcorn in Observation.” Now Reo tapped her mug to his. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve said that.”
