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“What do you take me for?” he asked, looping his arm around her waist. “My aunt just happens to get in touch the same morning I’m a bit off thinking about my connections in Ireland, and what—who—I’ve lost there? It’s nice to be looked after.”
“So
that would be looking after as opposed to poking in and interfering? It’s hard to tell the difference.”
“It is, isn’t it? But we’ll muddle through it.”
As they passed, one of the house screens came on. “Your guests are coming through the gate,” Summerset announced.
“What guests?” Eve demanded
“Ah . . .” Roarke raked his fingers through his hair. “Yes. A moment.” He dismissed Summerset. “I’m sorry, it slipped my mind. I can go down, take care of it. I’ll simply tell them you’re still at work, which you will be.”
“Who? Damn it, why can’t people stay home? Why do they always want to be in somebody else’s?”
“It’s Ariel Greenfeld, Eve, and Erik Pastor.”
“Ariel.” She had a flash of the pretty brunette who’d been held and tortured by a madman for days. And stayed sane, strong and smart.
“She got in touch today, and asked if they could come by this evening. I can take it, move them along.”
“No.” Reaching down, she took Roarke’s hand. “It’s like the call from your aunt. It’s good to remember what matters. Ariel matters. So,” she continued as they moved toward the steps, “she and Erik the neighbor are making it work.”
“Engaged, getting married in the fall.”
“Jesus, it’s like a virus, this marriage thing. I could’ve met her at Central—or elsewhere,” she added. “Probably should have. You can’t have victims and wits and all manner of God knows dropping in here.”
“I think this would be a clear exception. She did work for me, after all.”
“Yeah, but . . . did? She quit? Goddamn that sick-ass Lowell. Did he take that away from her? She loved to bake, and your place downtown had to be a great gig.”
“She’s baking. And you’ll see for yourself she’s in a good place. She’s happy and doing very well.”
Eve’s eyebrows drew together. “You seem to know a lot about it.”
“I know a lot about so many things.” He gave her hand a squeeze. As they started down the steps, Eve heard the voices from the parlor. She heard Ariel laugh.
She’d cut her hair. It was the first thing Eve noticed. Robert Lowell had liked his victims with long hair, long brown hair. So Ariel had cut hers into a short, sleek cap and punched red into it. It looked good on her, Eve thought—though it probably helped that the woman wasn’t pale, bleeding, and battling pain.
Her eyes were bright as they met Eve’s, and the smile exploded onto her face.
“Hi!” Then tears popped out as she rushed across the room and clamped her arms around Eve. “Not crying, not really crying. And I’ll stop in a minute.”
“Okay.”
“I kept wanting to come see you. I just wanted to get myself together before I did.”
“That’s okay, too.”
“Well.” Ariel stepped back, grinned. “So how’ve you been?”
“Not bad. How about you?”
“Pretty damn terrific, considering.” She held out a hand for Erik’s. “We’re getting married.”
“So I hear. Hey, Erik.”
“It’s really good to see you. Nice to see you again, too,” he said to Roarke, and had Eve sliding Roarke a look.
