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“So it’s a lesbian fuckwear shop?” She rolled her eyes when Roarke aimed his at her. “Just saying. And yeah, okay, it’s classy stuff in a classy atmosphere. Sex but no skank.”
“That should be their slogan.”
She grinned. “That’s what you get for taking me out of my element.”
He caught her face in his hands, surprised her with a cheerful kiss. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
“You go for skank as well as the next guy.”
“Darling Eve, only when the skank is you.”
She laughed, poked him in the chest. “Keep it that way, pal.”
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Adrian hurried over to them as Bra-and-Panties left the shop—with a bag. “I let Wendy, our clerk, go about an hour ago. Hot date. Of course, when you’re on your own, that’s when you get three and four customers at once. Lieutenant Dallas.”
She took Eve’s hand, shook it enthusiastically. “It’s so good to finally meet you. Roarke says you’re not one for shopping.”
“No. Really not. But you’ve got a really nice place here.”
“We love it, thanks. My partner and I.”
“How is Liv?” Roarke asked her.
“She’s great. She’s pregnant,” Adrian told Eve. “Thirty-two weeks.”
“Congratulations.”
“We’re over the moon about it. She was just so tired today, so I made her go home at noon. She’ll hate knowing she missed you. Both of you. What can I help you with? Something special?”
“For me? No. No. I’m good. More than.”
“That one.” Roarke gestured to the waterlike gown. “But we’ll get to that after. Eve?”
“Oh, yeah. Well. I have this thing, and the word is this kind of stuff would work for it.”
Adrian narrowed her eyes—serenely blue—in thought. “A thing, but not for you. You need a gift.”
“Yes.” Thank God. “Yes, I need a gift.”
“The occasion?”
“Like pulling teeth, isn’t it?” Roarke commented.
“Shut up.” Eve blew out a breath. “Okay. It’s a shower thing. Bridal shower thing.”
“Oh, yes, we’ll find just the thing. What’s your relationship with the bride? I mean,” she added, correctly assuming Eve was about to panic again. “Is she a good friend, a relative, an acquaintance?”
“A friend.”
“Eve’s standing up for her at the wedding,” Roarke put in.
“A very good friend then. Tell me about her. What she looks like to start.”
“She’s blonde.”
Roarke sighed. “Describe the subject, Lieutenant.”
“Right.” That she could do. “Caucasian female, early thirties, blonde and gray. About five-five, approximately one-fifteen. Slim build, even features.”
