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Justice in Death---The End
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09 August 2012
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The gate opened as Roarke pulled his vehicle through. It was a chilly evening; one made for curling up by a fire and loving the woman of your dreams. That was Roarke’s plan from the moment Eve contacted him and told him she was headed home. They hadn’t seen each other in twenty-four hours. After Boone was taken into Cop Central to be booked, Eve and Peabody spent the majority of the time interviewing Boone for the record and finishing paperwork. Now Boone was in prison and he had his wife back. There was also something else to be thankful for: the disappearance of the gut wrenching nightmares. Roarke had a lot to be thankful for and he was going to start with Eve.
Eve’s vehicle wasn’t in the driveway, which meant Summerset had it taken to the garage or she wasn’t home yet. The lights were off in the house, except for a faint light coming from living room area. Roarke was going to get Summerset to take the evening off so he could spend time with his wife. He checked his watch again. Eve should have been home by now because she left before he did.
The foyer was warm when Roarke stepped in. He hung up his coat and walked into the living room intent on talking to Summerset. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. The living room furniture had been moved to make room for a large blanket. Sprawled out on the blanket were a picnic basket and two champagne flutes. What held his attention the easiest was the sight of his wife lying out on the blanket wearing a green silk robe he purchased for her months before to go along with a negligee. The blood in his body warmed as he thought of the negligee she was wearing underneath it.
“Wh—What’s all this,” He asked, trying to wet his dry mouth.
“I haven’t had dinner yet and I can’t imagine you have either.” She patted the blanket next to her. “Would you like to join me?”
“Summerset?” Roarke asked as he rushed into the living room and took a seat on the blanket.
“I asked him to take the evening off.” Eve handed him a champagne flute. “We haven’t spent a lot of time together recently and I thought tonight would be perfect. Boone is spending his evening having a chat with federal agents over his role in Will’s death, Peabody and I finished the paperwork, and now I’m here.” She took a sip of her champagne. “I thought we could talk, eat, and then who knows what,” She grinned at the last part.
Roarke downed his champagne trying to cool his overheated body. “You want to talk? About what?”
“The nightmares you’ve been having.”
The champagne flute stopped midway in the air. “You don’t want to hear them, Eve.
They’re not for discussing.”
Eve leaned over and rubbed her hand over his cheek. “You have gone through every nightmare I’ve had since our wedding. I can take anything you have to tell me. I’m tough,” She grinned at him again.
“Aye, that you are, a grha.” He leaned over and kissed her lips tasting the champagne on them. “All right.” He laid down on the blanket so they were even and began to tell her of his nightmares.
Eve’s vehicle wasn’t in the driveway, which meant Summerset had it taken to the garage or she wasn’t home yet. The lights were off in the house, except for a faint light coming from living room area. Roarke was going to get Summerset to take the evening off so he could spend time with his wife. He checked his watch again. Eve should have been home by now because she left before he did.
The foyer was warm when Roarke stepped in. He hung up his coat and walked into the living room intent on talking to Summerset. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. The living room furniture had been moved to make room for a large blanket. Sprawled out on the blanket were a picnic basket and two champagne flutes. What held his attention the easiest was the sight of his wife lying out on the blanket wearing a green silk robe he purchased for her months before to go along with a negligee. The blood in his body warmed as he thought of the negligee she was wearing underneath it.
“Wh—What’s all this,” He asked, trying to wet his dry mouth.
“I haven’t had dinner yet and I can’t imagine you have either.” She patted the blanket next to her. “Would you like to join me?”
“Summerset?” Roarke asked as he rushed into the living room and took a seat on the blanket.
“I asked him to take the evening off.” Eve handed him a champagne flute. “We haven’t spent a lot of time together recently and I thought tonight would be perfect. Boone is spending his evening having a chat with federal agents over his role in Will’s death, Peabody and I finished the paperwork, and now I’m here.” She took a sip of her champagne. “I thought we could talk, eat, and then who knows what,” She grinned at the last part.
Roarke downed his champagne trying to cool his overheated body. “You want to talk? About what?”
“The nightmares you’ve been having.”
The champagne flute stopped midway in the air. “You don’t want to hear them, Eve.
They’re not for discussing.”
Eve leaned over and rubbed her hand over his cheek. “You have gone through every nightmare I’ve had since our wedding. I can take anything you have to tell me. I’m tough,” She grinned at him again.
“Aye, that you are, a grha.” He leaned over and kissed her lips tasting the champagne on them. “All right.” He laid down on the blanket so they were even and began to tell her of his nightmares.
