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“No.” Her arms were trembling under his grip, and he didn’t think it was all from temper. “Not until we’ve dealt with this. Are you cold?”
“No.” She was freezing. And the pitiful struggle she’d put up had awakened aches everywhere.
“Then why are you shivering?” He bit off an oath, snagged a throw from the back of the couch and had it flung over her before she could push the order from brain to body to move.
“Damn it, Roarke, he’s going to come back and poke at me, and try to make me drink one of his weird brews. I just need a hot shower. Let me up. Have a heart.”
“I do, and it’s yours.” He lowered his brow to hers. “That’s the problem.”
“I’m feeling better. Really.” It was a lie, poorly executed as her voice was beginning to tremble. “And when I close this case, I’ll take a day off. I’ll sleep for twenty hours. I’ll eat vegetables.”
He had to smile. “I love you, Eve.”
“Then don’t let him back in here.” Her eyes wheeled as she heard the elevator doors open. “He’s coming,” she whispered. “In the name of everything holy, save me.”
“She needs to sit up.” Summerset set a tray on the table. On it was a glass of milky liquid, a trio of white tablets, and a pressure syringe.
Eve let herself go limp, and when Roarke eased back, she sprang. It was a sweaty battle, but a short one. Without batting a lash, Summerset stepped over, pinched her nose closed, dropped the tablets in her mouth, and chased them down her throat with the liquid.
He smiled at Roarke while she sputtered. “I recall having to do that to you a time or two.”
“That’s where I learned it.”
“Get her shirt off. The vitamin booster will work fastest this way.”
To save time, and his own skin, Roarke simply ripped off her sleeve. “How’s that?”
“Good enough.”
She’d gone past anger into weeping, humiliating herself. Everything hurt—head, body, pride. When the syringe pressed against her arm, she barely felt it.
“Shh, baby. Shh.” Shaken, Roarke stroked her hair and rocked her. “It’s all over now. Don’t cry.”
“Go away,” she said even as she clung to him. “Just go away.”
“Leave me alone with her.” Summerset touched Roarke’s shoulder, felt a pang when he saw the naked emotion on his face. “Give us a few minutes.”
“All right.” Roarke held her tight another minute. “I’ll be in the gym.”
When he set her aside, she curled into a ball. Summerset sat beside her, saying nothing until she’d sniffled herself into silence.
“What he feels for you overwhelms him,” Summerset began. “There was never anyone else. The women who came and went before you were diversions, temporary interests. He might care, because despite everything that was done to him, he’s a man with a large capacity for caring. And still, there was no one before you. Don’t you see how he worries?”
She uncurled herself, rubbed her hands over her wet face as if she could rub away the embarrassment of the tears. “He shouldn’t worry.”
“He does and he will. You need rest, Lieutenant, and a few days without work and worry. And so does he. So very much does he. He won’t take his without you.”
“I can’t. Not now.”
“Won’t.”
She closed her eyes. “Go up to my office, look at the faces of the dead pinned to my board. Then tell me to step away.”
“He wouldn’t, would he? But to do what you need to do, you require your strength, energies, and wit.” He leaned over, picked up the glass. “Finish it.”
She frowned at the glass. She hated to admit whatever he’d given her was already working. So she wouldn’t. “It’s probably poison.”
“Poison,” he said, amused. “Why didn’t I think of that? Perhaps next time.”
