“I can take care of myself, pal.” She let her head fall like a rock onto his shoulder. “Besides. My idea.”
“And a bloody good one it was.”
“I was going straight up to work. Got big, fat, sticky piles of it, so I was going straight up to work. Then the gargoyle said you were down here. I thought maybe I’d take fifteen minutes for a swim, loosen up.”
“Well, we sure as Christ loosened up.”
“Then I saw you knifing through the water. All wet and ripply and…you.” She tilted her head back to look at him. “I saw you, and that’s all it took. Sometimes I can’t breathe, I love you so much.”
“Eve.” Emotion deepened his eyes as he kissed her, very sweetly, then he just rested his brow against hers.
“I keep thinking, well, this’ll settle down. It’s bound to level off and settle down. But it doesn’t. Even when things are just going smooth and we’re just…living, I can look at you, and I’ve got no breath left.”
“Every minute with you, I’m alive. I never knew before there were pieces of me unborn, just waiting for you. I’m alive with you, Eve.”
She sighed, touched his cheek. “We’d better get out of here. We’re getting mush all over the pool.”
It was back to murder as she pulled on the comfort of her old NYPSD sweatshirt and a pair of worn-out (just the way she liked them) jeans. While they dressed, she relayed to Roarke the conversation she’d had with Mira.
“You’re worried now she’ll find a way to dispose of this subordinate—as you’re thinking of her, or him.”
“Gotta have a plan for it. I think she thinks this individual wouldn’t dare betray her, but she’ll have a plan. She’s got Brigit Plowder, who doesn’t strike me as a moron, completely wrapped. Pretty much ditto on Tribble’s wife. But Plowder…”
“Are you looking at her? At Brigit Plowder?”
“I look at everyone, but no, she doesn’t strike me as a subordinate or…what’s the word? What is it? Supplicant. Yeah, that’s what our Ava likes. She likes having her supplicants. She bought herself plenty of them with Anders’s money.”
She caught a glimpse of the two of them in the mirror, paused, took a closer look. He’d put on basically the same thing she had—jeans and in his case a dark blue sweater. But…
“How come you always look better than me?”
He glanced in the mirror as well, and smiling stepped behind her to wrap his arm around her from the back. “I can’t agree with that. Eye of the beholder.”
“You’re still tuning from water games.” She shook her head, studying them, he thought, as she might suspects in a lineup. “It’s just not right. Anyway, back off, ace, we’ve got a load of work ahead of us and—crap, I forgot. I need to tag Charles. I need to do a follow-up there.”
To amuse himself, and annoy her, he only tightened his hold.
“Hey.”
“Hey, back. It’ll be a working meal again, and would that make me your subordinate or your supplicant?”
“Ha-ha. You’re nobody’s subordinate, and you wouldn’t know how to supplicate. Is that a word?”
“I’ll look it up. Working meal, and you’re thinking…burgers.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What, have you gone all psychic on me?”
“Logic, and an intimate—as I’ve recently proven—knowledge of my wife. You missed lunch, discounting a limo cruller, and you’ve expended a great deal of energy in the pool, with various activities. You’re hungry, which leads you to red meat. A steak won’t do as you won’t want the trouble of cutting anything up. So it’s a burger you want.”
“What am I having for dessert?”
He cocked a brow at her reflection. “Well, there you have me.”
“Yeah, I got you.” She turned, bit his lip. “I brought home pie.”
“Really? What sort of pie?”
She only smiled, pulled out, and picked up her ’link to tag Charles.