He lifted his hand in a gesture that told her he’d had this discussion before and was vaguely weary of it. “I believe men and women have different primary functions. Man is the warrior, the provider, the defender. Woman is the procreator, the nurturer. There are numerous scientific theories that agree, and certainly social and religious weight to add.”
“Is that so?” Eve said softly.
“Frankly, I’ve never approved of women on the force, or in certain areas of
the civilian workplace. They’re often a distraction and rarely fully committed to the job. Marriage and family soon—as they should for women—take priority.”
“Commander Skinner, under the circumstances, the most courteous thing I can think of to say is you’re full of shit.”
He laughed, loud and long. “You live up to your reputation, Lieutenant. Your data also indicate that you’re smart and that your badge isn’t something you just pick up off the dresser every morning. It’s what you are. Or were, in any case. We have that in common. For fifty years I made a difference, and my house was clean. I did what had to be done, then I did what came next. I was full commander at the age of forty-four. Would you like to be able to say the same?”
She knew when she was being played, and kept her face and tone neutral. “I haven’t thought about it.”
“If that’s true, you disappoint me. If that’s true, start thinking. Do you know, Lieutenant, how much closer you would be right now to a captaincy if you hadn’t made some ill-advised personal decisions?”
“Really?” Something began to burn inside her gut. “And how would you know the promotion potential of a homicide cop in New York?”
“I’ve made it my business to know.” His free hand balled into a fist, tapped lightly, rhythmically on the tabletop. “I have one regret, one piece of unfinished business from my active duty. One target I could never keep in my sights long enough to bring down. Between us, we could. I’ll get you those captain bars, Lieutenant. You get me Roarke.”
She looked down at her wine, slowly ran a fingertip around the rim. “Commander, you gave half a century of your life to the job. You shed blood for it. That’s the single reason I’m not going to punch you in the face for that insult.”
“Think carefully,” he said as Eve got to her feet. “Sentiment over duty is never a smart choice. I intend to bring him down. I won’t hesitate to break you to do it.”
Riding on fury, she leaned down very close, and whispered in his ear. “Try it. You’ll find out I’m no fucking nurturer.”
She stepped away, only to have one of the bodyguards move into her path. “The commander,” he said, “isn’t finished speaking with you.”
“I’m finished speaking with the commander.”
His gaze shifted from her face briefly, and he gave the faintest nod before he edged closer, clamped a hand on her arm. “You’ll want to sit down, Lieutenant, and wait until you’ve been dismissed.”
“Move your hand. Move it now, or I’m going to hurt you.”
He only tightened his grip. “Take your seat and wait for leave to go. Or you’re going to be hurt.”
She glanced back at Skinner, then into the guard’s face. “Guess again.” She used a short-arm jab to break his nose, then a quick snap kick to knock back the guard beside him as he surged forward.
By the time she’d spun around, planted, she had her hand in her bag and on her weapon. “Keep your dogs on a leash,” she said to Skinner.
She scanned the faces of cops who’d turned, who’d moved forward, to see if there was trouble coming from another direction. Deciding against it, she turned away and walked through the buzzing crowd.
She was nearly at the door when Roarke fell in step beside her, draped an arm around her shoulders. “You got blood on your dress, darling.”
“Yeah?” Still steaming, she glanced down at the small splatter. “It’s not mine.”
“I noticed.”
“I need to talk to you.”
“Um-hmm. Why don’t we go upstairs, see what the valet can do about that bloodstain? You can talk before we come down to have a drink with your friends from Central.”
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you knew Skinner?”
Roarke keyed in the code for the private elevator to the owner’s suite. “I don’t know him.”
“He sure as hell knows you.”
“So I gathered.” He waited until they were inside the car before he pressed a kiss to her temple. “Eve, over the course of things, I’ve had a great many cops looking in my direction.”