Fantasy in Death (In Death, #30)

by J.D. Robb

“Maybe they’re out doing the tango and drinking tequila shots.” He sent Eve a grin. “As we will be when we reach their age. After which we’ll come home and have mad sex.” “For God’s sake. This is on the record.” “Yes, I know.” He stepped off with her on Var’s floor. “I wanted those future plans to be official as well.”

When you don’t know what you can have, you do okay with what you’ve got. But now I know, and I don’t think I can get through without you.

Going down together’s one thing. Taking the next breath without you? That’s not possible.