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She shrugged off her jacket, started to toss it over the newel post. Then, gritting her teeth, she backtracked and hung it up. She and Summerset, Roarke’s aide-de-camp, had declared a tacit truce in their sniping war. There would be no potshots on Christmas, she decided.
She could stand it if he could.
Only marginally pleased that he didn’t slither into the foyer and hiss at her as he normally did, Eve headed into the main parlor.
Roarke was there, sitting by the fire, reading the first-edition copy of Yeats that she’d given him. It had been the only gift she’d been able to come up with for the man who not only had everything but owned most of the plants where it was manufactured.
He glanced up, smiled at her. Her stomach fluttered, as it so often did. Just a look, just a smile, and her system went jittery. He looked so…perfect, she thought. He was dressed casually for the day, in black, his long, lean body relaxing in a chair probably made two hundred years before.
He had the face of a god with slightly wicked intentions, eyes of blazing Irish blue and a mouth created to destroy a woman’s control. Power sat attractively on him, as sleek and sexy, Eve thought, as the rich fall of black hair that skimmed nearly to his shoulders.
He closed the book, set it aside, then held out a hand to her.
“I’m sorry I had to leave.” She crossed to him, linked her fingers with his. “I’m sorrier that I’m going to have to go up and work, at least for a few hours.”
“Got a minute first?”
“Yeah, maybe. Just.” And she let him pull her down into his lap. Let herself close her eyes and simply wallow there, in the scent and the feel of him. “Not exactly the kind of day you’d planned.”
“That’s what I get for marrying a cop.” Ireland sang quietly in his voice, the lilt of a sexy poet. “For loving one,” he added, and tipped her face up to kiss her.
“It’s a pretty lousy deal right now.”
“Not from where I’m sitting.” He combed his fingers through her s
hort brown hair. “You’re what I want, Eve, the woman who leaves her home to stand over the dead. And the one who knew what a copy of Yeats would mean to me.”
“I’m better with the dead than with buying presents. Otherwise I’d have come up with more than one.”
She looked over at the small mountain of gifts under the tree—gifts it had taken her more than an hour to open. And her wince made him laugh.
“You know, one of the greatest rewards in giving you presents, Lieutenant, is the baffled embarrassment they cause you.”
“I hope you got it out of your system for a while.”
“Mmm,” was his only response. She wasn’t used to gifts, he thought, hadn’t been given anything as a child but pain. “Have you decided what to do with the last one?”
The final box he’d given her had been empty, and he’d enjoyed seeing her frown in puzzlement. Just as he’d enjoyed seeing her grin at him when he told her it was a day. A day she could fill with whatever she liked. He would take her wherever she wanted to go, and they would do whatever she wanted to do. Off-planet or on. In reality or through the holo-room.
Any time, any place, any world was hers for the asking.
“No, I haven’t had much time to think it through. It’s a pretty great gift. I don’t want to screw it up.”
She let herself relax against him another moment with the fire crackling, the tree shimmering, then she pulled back. “I’ve got to get started. There’s a lot of drone work on this one, and I don’t want to tag Peabody today.”
“Why don’t I give you a hand?” He smiled again at the automatic refusal he read in her eyes. “Step into Peabody’s sturdy shoes for the day.”
“This one’s not connected to you in any way. I want to keep it that way.”
“All the better.” He nudged her up, got to his feet. “I can help you do the runs or whatever, and that way you won’t have to spend your entire Christmas chained to your desk.”
She started to refuse again, then reconsidered. Most of the data she wanted were public domain in any case. And what wasn’t was nothing she wouldn’t have shared with him if she’d been thinking it through aloud.
Besides, he was good.
“Okay, consider yourself a drone. But when Peabody’s got her balance, you’re out.”
“Darling.” He took her hand, kissed it, watched her scowl. “Since you ask so sweetly.”
