It said rich, classy, and secure.
They walked over a floor of gold-toned wood through a wide brick archway.
Bellami rose from his seat on a high-backed love seat of shimmery blue. He wore, Eve noted, the same suit and tie as he had in Du Vin.
“Roarke. A pleasure, and a surprise.”
A surprise, Eve judged as he crossed over to shake Roarke’s hand. But the anxiety in his eyes didn’t denote pleasure. “And Lieutenant. It’s lovely to meet you. DeAnna, Eve Dallas and Roarke. My wife, DeAnna.”
When she started to level herself off the love seat—and to Eve’s eye she’d need a pulley and tackle, as she was hugely, amazingly pregnant—Bellami jabbed a finger at her.
“You sit.”
DeAnna laughed, deep brown eyes sparkling with humor in a face, Eve decided, that owed some of its current roundness to the same reason her belly humped out in a considerable mountain.
“I will, as it would probably take me ten minutes to get up on my own. Please sit down. Fabio, get our guests a drink.”
“That’s all right,” Eve began, but she caught something in Bellami’s eyes. What might have been a plea. “Actually, coffee would be great.”
“I’ll take care of that.”
DeAnna beamed at the blonde. “Thanks, Lanie. I can sit here with my weak tea and be jealous.”
“When are you due?” Roarke said conversationally as he nudged Eve into a chair.
“March twen
ty-first.”
At Eve’s expression—it had to be shocked—DeAnna laughed again. The sound managed to be full-throated and musical at the same time. “But we’re told to be ready in a couple of weeks. We’ve having triplets, and they come early. Thank God.”
“There are three in there?” Eve heard herself say, then immediately apologized. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Fabio and I had the same reaction when we found out. And all girls. Poor Fabio. He’ll be surrounded.”
“I can’t wait.”
He looked as if he meant it, Eve mused.
“We have a mutual acquaintance,” DeAnna said to Eve. “Well, more than an acquaintance for you, as I understand you’re very good friends. Mavis Freestone.”
“You know Mavis?”
“I do. Before this…” She circled her hands on her stupendous belly. “She and I performed together at a fund-raiser. She’s marvelous. Unique and marvelous.”
“She’s all that.”
Something—somethings—moved inside DeAnna’s belly—visibly. Uneasy with that, Eve concentrated on her face. Shadows of fatigue under those dark eyes, and a pallor under the olive skin.
The blonde came in with a coffee service. Bellami rose to take it from her, murmured to her. She nodded.
“Doctor’s orders,” Bellami said, setting down the tray.
“Oh, but I’m just sitting here.”
“Come on now, Mama.” Lanie crossed to her, got an arm around DeAnna, and helped launch her to standing. “Bed rest means bed. Your babies are tired.”
“They don’t feel tired.” She rested her hand on them again. “I’m sorry,” she said to Roarke and Eve. “I’m at the stage where I eat, sleep, and waddle. And not a lot of waddling right now. I hope you’ll come back when I’m not being sent off to bed.”