Judgment in Death (In Death 11) - Page 92

She wanted to be annoyed with him but couldn’t quite pull it off. On the drive, she stayed alert, watching for tails, preparing for ambush. Other than her vehicle making ominous whining noises when she got over thirty miles an hour, and thumping ones when she turned left, the trip home was uneventful.

She waved Baxter off at her gates, figured she’d raid Roarke’s liquor supply for a bottle of unblended scotch as payment for the favor.

She wanted a drink herself, she thought as she walked up the front steps. A nice cool glass of wine, maybe a quick swim to work out the kinks.

She had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

“I assume,” Summerset began while the cat streaked between his legs to greet Eve, “you’ve been involved in some sort of vehicular accident.”

“You assume incorrectly. My unit was involved in some sort of vehicular accident.” She bent, picked up Galahad, and found a little comfort by rubbing her cheek against his fur. “Where’s Roarke?”

“He is not yet home for the evening. If you had consulted his schedule, you’d be aware he isn’t expected for another hour. Those trousers are ruined.”

“People keep telling me that.” She set the cat down, stripped off her jacket, and tossed it over the newel post. She walked past him, intended to go down to the pool house.

“You’re limping.”

She kept going, but she did indulge herself in a single short scream.

The swim helped, and once she was alone and naked, she took a good look at the wound on her leg. The MT had done a good job, she had to admit. It was healing up well, even if it did ache like hell.

There were a number of scrapes and bruises to go along with it. Some of which, she decided, she’d gotten during the jungle sex with Roarke. It didn’t seem so bad when she backed those out of the mix. Feeling better, she tugged on a robe and, giving in to her knee, took the elevator up to the bedroom.

And coming out, nearly rapped straight into Roarke on the point of going in.

“Hello, Lieutenant. I was coming down to join you.”

“I took a long swim, but I could sit and watch you take one. If you’re naked.”

“Why don’t we take one together later?” He drew her into the bedroom. “What happened to your car?”

“I can’t prove it, but my guess is Ricker. It was like that when I got down to the garage. We seem to keep annoying each other.” She started toward her closet.

“Why are you limping?”

She rolled her eyes but resisted banging her head against the wall. “I rapped my knee. Look, I want to get dressed, have a drink. I’ll tell you about it.” She started to tug off the robe, remembered the range of bruises and scrapes. “I ran into some trouble today, took a roll on the street. I’m a little banged up, so don’t go crazy on me.”

“I’ll try to retain my sanity.” His only reaction when she stripped was a sigh. “Very colorful. Lie down.”

“No.”

“Eve, lie down so I don’t have to knock you down. I’ll treat them, and it’ll be done.”

She grabbed out a shirt. “Listen, ace, I missed a very much desired ass-kicking round today. I can substitute you for my intended target.” But when he took a step toward her, she tossed down the shirt. “All right, all right. I’m not in the mood to fight. But if you’re going to play doctor, I want a drink.”

She stalked to the bed, flopped onto her stomach, and said in a tone she hoped would irritate him a little, “Wine. White and cold.”

“We’re here to serve.” He got the glass, slipped a pain blocker into it, knowing it would irritate her when she figured it out. He retrieved the medication for her injuries, set them down, and flipped her over.

“Sit up, and no whining.”

“I don’t whine.”

“Rarely,” he agreed. “But when you do, you make up for the lack of quantity with quality.”

She picked up the glass while he ran the healing wand over the worst of the bruises. “Why don’t you crawl up in here with me, doc?”

“I intend to, a bit later. That’s how I collect my fee.”

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