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Kevin went hard thinking of it. “I suppose there’s something to be said for the fact she’ll die happy.”
Lucias’s laughter bounced cold around the room.
Since she was always trying to lose weight, Peabody got off the subway six blocks down from the stop nearest Eve’s home. She was feeling pretty peppy about meeting at the home office site again, where the AutoChef was a treasure trove of wonders.
Another reason, she admitted, for the hike. Sort of penance before the sin. It was a solution that appealed to her Free-Ager’s sensibilities. Of course in the tenants of Free-Agism there was no sin and penance, but imbalance and balance.
But that was really just semantics.
She’d grown up in a big, unwieldy family who’d believed in self-expression, had a reverence for the earth and the arts and a responsibility to be true to oneself.
She had known, it seemed she’d almost always known, that to be true to herself she needed to be an urban cop who tried to maintain . . . well, balance, she supposed.
She was sort of missing her family right now though. The bursts of love and surprise. And hell, the simplicity of it all. Maybe she needed to take a few days and go sit in her mother’s kitchen, eat sugar cookies, and soak up some uncomplicated affection.
Because she didn’t know what in God’s name was wrong with her. Why she felt so sad and unsettled and dissatisfied. She had the one thing she’d wanted most in life. She was a cop, a damn good cop, under the direct command of a woman she considered the ultimate in examples.
She’d learned so much in the past year. Not just about technique, not just about procedure, but about what made the difference between that good cop and a brilliant one.
About what separated the ones who wanted to close a case from the ones who took it a level deeper, and cared about the victim. Who remembered them.
She knew she was getting better at the job every day, and she could take pride in that. She loved living in New York, seeing its face change and shift as you moved from block to block.
The city was so full, she thought. Of people, of energy, of action. While she could go back and sit in that homey kitchen, she’d never be content living there again. She needed New York.
She was happy in her little apartment, where the space was all her own. She had steady comrades, good friends, a worthy and satisfying career.
She was dating, well, sort of dating, one of the most incredibly handsome, considerate, sophisticated men she’d ever known. He took her to galleries, to the opera, to amazing restaurants. Through Charles, she’d been exposed to not just another side of the city, but of life.
And she lay in bed at night, staring at the ceiling and wondering why she felt so lonely.
She needed to pull out of it. Depression did not run in her family, and she wasn’t going to be the first to spiral down into it.
Maybe she needed a hobby. Like glass painting or container gardening. Holographic photography. Macrame.
Fuck it.
It was just that thought in her head when McNab popped out of the subway glide and all but collided with her.
“Hey.” He took a jerky step back even as she did. Stuck his hands in his pockets.
“Hey.” Could her timing have been worse? she wondered. She couldn’t have walked a little faster, a little slower? Left home five minutes earlier, two minutes later?
They frowned at each other for a moment, then had to move or be mowed down by the commuters flooding off the glide and onto the sidewalk.
“So.” He pulled his hands out of his pockets to adjust the fit of the tiny, round sunshades with aqua blue lenses. “Dallas called for the home office deal.”
“I got the update.”
“Sounds like she got some action last night,” he continued, struggling to keep it all mild and easy. “Too bad that creep didn’t drop into Cyber Perk the other night when we were there. We might’ve made him.”
“Unlikely.”
“Try a little optimism, She-Body.”
“Try a little reality, jerk-face.”
“Wake up on the wrong side of slick-boy’s bed?”
