"Darling Eve!" The Irish was a bit more ripe in the voice, and no, the eyes not as stunningly blue. But Julian Cross hit the gorgeous mark, and moved well. In fact he moved straight to Eve, yanked her into a quick, hard kiss, with a hint of tongue. "Hey!" "I couldn't help it." The not-quite-blue-enough eyes twinkled at her. "I feel like we're close." "Think that again and they'll have to write a fat lip into your next scene." She caught Roarke, eyes narrowed, across the room. "And possibly a broken jaw."