Innocent in Death (In Death, #24)

by J.D. Robb

“You, Lieutenant, are often crude, you are certainly rude, and have very little sense of how to be the wife—in public—of a man in Roarke’s position. And you would do anything, no matter what the personal risk, to keep him from harm. She will never love him. You will never do anything but.”

But she paused, taking her coat off the newel where Summerset would have replaced it for her. She looked at him as she put it on. “He’s okay. We’re okay. She’s not going to be a problem for him anymore.” “Or for you?” “Or for me.” “I’m very glad to hear it.” “I know you are. Appreciate it.” “I’ve brought that unfortunate vehicle you’ve yet to wreck around in anticipation of your departure. I hope you won’t leave it soiling the front of the house much longer.” “Kiss my ass, scarecrow.” “There.” He smiled at her. “We’re back to normal.” She let out a snorting laugh, then strode out.