She made a pfft sound as they headed out. “He wouldn’t have gotten a shot in. Plus I avoided getting puke or blood on my boots for an entire day.”
“Obviously we need to celebrate.” Roarke trailed a hand down her back as they walked. “Half-drunk sex?”
“Works for me.”
On the way toward home and half-drunk sex, Eve contacted Nadine to give her the rest of the story.
It seemed only fair.