“I’ll do that. My aide will see you back to your penthouse.”
“I can go?”
“For the moment. I’ll be in touch. Record off, Peabody. See
Miss Mansfield back to her home.”
“Yes, sir.”
Areena grabbed the coat she’d draped over the arm of the sofa, passed it to Roarke in a way Eve had to appreciate. So female, so smoothly confident a man would be right there to wrap her up warm.
“I want you to catch who did this, Lieutenant Dallas. I want that very much. And even then, even when whoever arranged for this to happen is punished, I’ll always know it was my hand that caused it. I’ll always know that.”
She reached back, touched the back of Roarke’s hand with her fingers. “Thank you, Roarke. I couldn’t have gotten through tonight without you.”
“Get some rest, Areena.”
“I hope I can.” Head bowed, she walked out with Peabody trailing sturdily behind.
Frowning, Eve picked up the evidence bag, put it in her field kit. “She’d like to rectify the fact that you didn’t sleep with her.”
“Do you think so?”
The faint trace of amusement in his voice was just enough to put her back up. “And you just lap that up, don’t you?”
“Men are pigs.” He stepped forward, brushed his fingers over her cheek. “Jealous, darling Eve?”
“If I was jealous of every woman you’ve had sex with, compounded by every woman who wishes you did or would, I’d spend my life green.”
She started to turn, shoved at his hand when he grabbed her arm. “Hands off.”
“I don’t think so.” To prove it, he took her other arm, pulled her firmly against him. The humor was in his face and so, damn him, was a tenderness she had no defense against. “I love you, Eve.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
He laughed, leaned down, and bit her bottom lip gently. “You romantic fool.”
“You know your trouble, ace?”
“Why don’t you tell me?”
“You’re a walking orgasm.” She had the pleasure of seeing his eyes widen.
“I don’t believe that’s entirely flattering.”
“It wasn’t meant to be.” It was very rare to sneak under that slick polish and hit a nerve, she thought. Which was why she enjoyed it so much. “I’m going to talk to Mansfield’s dresser, see if she confirms the story. Then I’m done here for tonight. I can start some background runs on the way home.”
He retrieved his coat and hers, and his equilibrium. “I believe you’re going to be too busy to do background runs on the way home.”
“Doing what?”
He held her coat up before she could take it and shrug into it herself. Rolling her eyes, she turned, stuck her arms in the sleeves. Then let out a choked sound when he whispered a particularly imaginative suggestion in her ear.
“You can’t do that in the back of a limo.”
“Want to bet?”
“Twenty.”