Fantasy in Death (In Death, #30)

by J.D. Robb

Peabody, her dark hair pulled back in a stubby tail, continued to bitch. “Why can’t they regulate the temperature?” “Who are they?” “The weather people. We must have the technology. Why not give us at least a couple weeks of steady mid-seventies? It’s not too much to ask. You could get Roarke to work on it.” “Oh yeah, I’ll tell him to get on that, right after he buys up the last ten percent of the universe.” Eve rocked back on her heels as they took the elevator up, and thought of her husband of almost two years. Actually, he probably could figure something. “If you want regulated temps, get a job where you work inside with climate control.” “June’s supposed to be daisies and wafty breezes.” Peabody waved a hand in the air. “Instead we’re getting thunder boomers and humiture to kill.” “I like the boomers.” Peabody’s dark eyes narrowed as she studied Eve’s angular face. “You probably had lots of sex last night. You’re almost perky.” “Shut up. I’m never perky.” “Almost. You’re verging on perk.” “You’re verging on a boot up the ass.” “That’s better anyway.” Amused despite herself, Eve straightened her long, lean frame, then strode out the elevator when the doors whisked open.