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She crossed over to the closet, started to reach for clothes at random.
“Not today,” Roarke said from behind her.
“What? I’m not wearing clothes today?”
“Oh, if only. Today, you take a rare moment to think about clothes.”
“I think about them. They keep me from being arrested for indecent exposure. And if I have to tackle some asshole during the course of the day, it prevents him from thinking I’m a sex fiend.”
“Both excellent purposes for wardrobe. Another is presentation. You’re going to be presenting your case—and yourself—to your commander and others.”
“Which is cop work.” She may have been barefoot, but she prepared to dig in her heels. “I’m not fancying up for cop work.”
“There is, Lieutenant, considerable area between indecent exposure/ sex fiend and fancying up. Such as …”
He selected fitted trousers in chocolate brown with a kind of nubby finish, matched them with a three-button jacket in deep, strong blue, then managed to add an Oxford-style shirt with stripes that picked up both tones.
“A clean, confident presentation of someone who’s in charge and prepared to get down to the business at hand.”
“All that?”
“Wear your new boots.” He passed her the clothes. “They’ll work well with that, and with the coat as well.”
“What new boots?” Her eyebrows drew together as he took them off a shelf. “And where did they come from?”
“The boot elves, I assume.”
“The boot elves are going to be pissed when they’re dinged and scuffed inside a week.”
“Oh, I think they’re more tolerant than that.”
“Those elves keep this up I’m going to need a bigger closet.”
But she dressed as advised, then sat to pull on the boots while Roarke programmed breakfast for two.
They slid on like—as Peabody might say—butter. “Okay.” She stood, took some strides. “They’re great. Sturdy—I could definitely kick some teeth in with these.”
“The elves had that as top priority.”
“Huh.” She did a quick squat and rise then paddled her heels. “But they’re not stiff or heavy, so they could handle a serious foot-chase.”
“Second priority. I’ll pass your satisfaction on to the elves.” He set two plates of waffles on the table, gave Galahad a cool, warning stare, then looked Eve up and down. “You look confident, streamlined, and absolutely capable of kicking in those teeth.”
“I like the last part the best.”
“Only one of the myriad reasons I love you.”
She sat, and when he joined her, she laid a hand over his. “I feel confident and streamlined. I woke up that way because you were with me last night, because you loved me. And because you were sitting here this morning, doing what you always do instead of worrying about me.”
“Does that mean you’re going to stop worrying about me worrying?”
“It’s moving that way. We probably just need to have a good fight over something, finish it off. A good fight can work like a good orgasm, and clear things out.”
“Well now, I’m longing for a good fight. We’ll have to schedule one in.”
“Better, I think, when they’re more … organic.”
“Organic orgasm through temper.” He laughed as he passed her the syrup he knew she’d pour on in a flood. “I’m filled with anticipation.”
