But he was there where he was in the mornings, drinking coffee in the sitting area of the bedroom, financials scrolling on the screen, the sound muted.
Eve dragged herself to the shower and tried to flood out the fatigue with the jets on full and hot.
When she came back into the bedroom, he’d switched to the morning news. She headed straight for the coffee.
“You didn’t rest well,” he said with a long look at her face.
“Case is bugging me.”
“Wish I could’ve been more help.”
She shrugged, carried the coffee to the closet. “Maybe something will loosen up today.”
“There’s a change of clothes in the bag there, for your spot tonight with Nadine.”
She frowned at the hanging bag. “Why do I need to change?”
“Consider it a precaution in the event you have a normal day and end up with blood on you, or tear your pants while tackling a suspect after a mad foot chase.”
“The way things are going, I’ll spend most of today buried in paperwork and getting nowhere.”
“In that unhappy event—no, not that jacket.”
“What’s wrong with it?” Though she scowled in irritation, a part of her was so happy with his comment—the normalcy of it—she wanted to grin like an idiot.
“It’s not particularly screen-friendly.”
“Neither am I.”
“True enough. However…” He rose, wandered to her closet.
“I don’t need you to pick out my clothes.”
“Oh, darling Eve, you so absolutely do.” He pulled out a jacket in bronze tones she swore she’d never seen before, paired it with deep brown trousers, a cream-colored turtleneck.
“Be wild and crazy,” he added as he draped the pieces over the back of the sofa. “Wear some earrings. Small gold hoops, perhaps.”
When she started to snarl, he caught her face in his hands and kissed her—long, slow, and deep. “I love that mouth,” he murmured, “especially when it’s about to be sarcastic. How do you feel about bacon and eggs?”
“More enthusiastic than I feel about small gold hoops hanging from my earlobes.”
But she found a pair, dressed, pleased that he’d poked at her about her clothes.
And just as she was about to sit down with him, as the cat leaped on the arm of the sofa to eye the bacon, Roarke’s pocket ’link beeped.
She knew the minute he pulled it out to check the display. “Take it,” Eve said, even as he started to slide the ’link back in his pocket. “I guess she’s an early riser.”
“I switched her to voice mail. Let’s eat before this gets cold.”
“Take it,” Eve repeated. “Peabody’ll be here any minute anyway. I’ll see you later.”
“Damn it, Eve.”
“Later,” she said again, and kept walking.
8
“NICE THREADS,” PEABODY COMMENTED, COMing in as Eve was coming down. “Roarke, right?”