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End. Chapter Eight
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17 September 2012
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Eve was glad for the end of shift. Trina was going to meet her at home this evening and get rid of the long purple hair. She’d had about as much teasing as she could stomach from her bullpen. Once she got rid of the beauty tech, a swim was in order. One that didn’t involve being twisted up in purple hair so that drowning was a danger. And she might sic Trina on Brian. That took care of what to do with a houseguest.
She got out of Cop Central with minimal cat calls and comments, drove home. Summerset was waiting in the foyer as she walked in.
“Lieutenant,” he sniffed.
“Allergies?” She got that in quick.
He ignored it. “Mr. Kelley has left for an evening to meet a young lady. Miss Trina will be late. I’ve had the hair clog in the shower drain removed.” He gave her a disgusted look.
Eve rolled her eyes and headed for her bedroom. Bet a hundred credits he had never told Roarke his hair had caused a shower drain malfunction, she thought. It wasn’t her fault there was enough of the fake mane to stuff a mattress. She’d just have a long workout until Trina arrived. And …
Eve froze three steps in to the bedroom. There was a pole in the room. Attached from the ceiling, it appeared to be a duplicate to the one she’d been using for the past week. She heard the door swing shut behind her, the locks clicked. She’d been trying very, very hard not to think about Roarke knowing about this undercover job. About the explanations she’d have to make.
But here she was. Wincing, she braced herself, then turned.
He leaned back against the door. Arms crossed over his impressive chest, wide muscled shoulders streaming down to lean waist, long legs. Thick silky black hair that whispered over his shoulders. Carved face. A mouth that knew exactly how to move on her. And laser blue eyes that were currently boring into her with a rather dangerous intensity. “Hello, darling Eve.”
“You’re home. Early.” She cleared her throat. Summerset, the rat, hadn’t told her. Of course he hadn’t. “How was your trip?” She felt a definite urge to run. His eyes held hers. She saw the smirk as he read her well enough. She lifted a hand to twine through the purple mass of curls. His eyes flashed a sudden fury and she blinked.
“Your ring.” It was said very, very low as he focused on her bare left hand.
She held up her right hand, showing him her wedding ring on her fourth finger. “It’s safe. I wouldn’t lose it.” But behind that sudden fury, she miraculously understood was a flinching vulnerability. “I wouldn’t lose it, Roarke. Not for anything.” And she strode to him and offered her mouth.
He took the offer, arms coming around her in an unbreakable hold. Then he was sweeping her up and carrying her to the bed. “You can show me your new skills later. Right now, I need to see if you remember the old ones, my darling Eve.”
And she was glad to do so.
End.
She got out of Cop Central with minimal cat calls and comments, drove home. Summerset was waiting in the foyer as she walked in.
“Lieutenant,” he sniffed.
“Allergies?” She got that in quick.
He ignored it. “Mr. Kelley has left for an evening to meet a young lady. Miss Trina will be late. I’ve had the hair clog in the shower drain removed.” He gave her a disgusted look.
Eve rolled her eyes and headed for her bedroom. Bet a hundred credits he had never told Roarke his hair had caused a shower drain malfunction, she thought. It wasn’t her fault there was enough of the fake mane to stuff a mattress. She’d just have a long workout until Trina arrived. And …
Eve froze three steps in to the bedroom. There was a pole in the room. Attached from the ceiling, it appeared to be a duplicate to the one she’d been using for the past week. She heard the door swing shut behind her, the locks clicked. She’d been trying very, very hard not to think about Roarke knowing about this undercover job. About the explanations she’d have to make.
But here she was. Wincing, she braced herself, then turned.
He leaned back against the door. Arms crossed over his impressive chest, wide muscled shoulders streaming down to lean waist, long legs. Thick silky black hair that whispered over his shoulders. Carved face. A mouth that knew exactly how to move on her. And laser blue eyes that were currently boring into her with a rather dangerous intensity. “Hello, darling Eve.”
“You’re home. Early.” She cleared her throat. Summerset, the rat, hadn’t told her. Of course he hadn’t. “How was your trip?” She felt a definite urge to run. His eyes held hers. She saw the smirk as he read her well enough. She lifted a hand to twine through the purple mass of curls. His eyes flashed a sudden fury and she blinked.
“Your ring.” It was said very, very low as he focused on her bare left hand.
She held up her right hand, showing him her wedding ring on her fourth finger. “It’s safe. I wouldn’t lose it.” But behind that sudden fury, she miraculously understood was a flinching vulnerability. “I wouldn’t lose it, Roarke. Not for anything.” And she strode to him and offered her mouth.
He took the offer, arms coming around her in an unbreakable hold. Then he was sweeping her up and carrying her to the bed. “You can show me your new skills later. Right now, I need to see if you remember the old ones, my darling Eve.”
And she was glad to do so.
End.
