“Roarke might be late. He’s working on something for me.” “Wouldn’t mind him working on something for me.” “Excuse me?” “Hmm? Oh, just talking to myself,” Peabody sang. “You know how it is.” Eve strolled over, clipped the back of Peabody’s head with the flat of her hand. “Ow.” “Oh, sorry, just an involuntary reflex.
