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Was it ever . . ." She winced, wished she could muffle the need to ask. "Before, with anyone else--" "No." He touched his lips to her brow, her nose, the dip in her chin. "It was never, with no one else." Not for me, either." She simply breathed him in. "Put your hands on me. I want your hands on me." "I can do that." He did, tumbling with her to a spread of floor cushions while the sun died brilliantly in the ocean."
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How's it going down there?" "It's weird. They're too polite, they talk funny, and stuff has too much shine on it. But the coffee's worse than Central's, so that's something."
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He linked his fingers with hers. And because he had used it when he'd hurt her, he balanced that out by using it now. "Huh?" A line appeared between her brows. "Is that Gaelic again?" "Yes." He brought their joined fingers to his lips. "Love. My love."
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You're the husband?" the doctor asked with a nod to Roarke. "Yes. How is she?" "Spitting mad--I think she has some very ominous plans for you. And if you happen to be Peabody, you're in on them." "She's okay." Peabody let out a gush of air. "That's great." --
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Peabody:] "Bite me." Though Eve managed to swallow a chuckle at her aide's use of her own standard response to annoyances, she didn't quite make it over McNab's cheerful, "Where?"
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Why do you always have to put you and McNab and sex in my head? It brings pain no blocker can cure.
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sex
peabody
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Task complete. Shut it down." the computer responded. "I finished." Jesus, had she really programmed that? "I changed my mind." "Bite me," Eve muttered."
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computer
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b149840
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We're going to get a couple things straight here, Roarke.' 'Your color's back.' Pleased with himself, he rose and nipped a kiss onto the tip of her nose. 'That gray cast to your skin didn't suit you.' Then he grunted as her fist jammed into his stomach. He cleared his throat manfully. 'Your energy level's obviously up, too. Want coffee?' 'I want you to know that if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I'll . . .' She trailed off, narrowed..
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I don't worry about traditions overmuch. The fact is, I could change my mind as to whether I want something. For one reason or another, it could lose its appeal.
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When she heard the door behind her open, she spoke without turning. "You've got a man who doesn't particularly like women as a species, considers them inferior. Well, to be fair, considers everyone inferior, but I got a definitive vibe women were lowest on his feeding chain. Called me 'miss,'" she grumbled. "And lived?" Roarke stepped behind her and began rubbing her shoulders."
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Cold as a bitch's tit." "It's 'witch's.'" "Why? Doesn't matter," Eve said quickly. "Neither way makes sense. If somebody's a witch, why do they put up with cold tits? I'm a bitch, and twenty-four hours ago, my tits were plenty warm."
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You know what, the jacket's like the car.
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Didn't you have some big deal last night?" Peabody asked her. "Yeah, in East Washington. Roarke had this dinner / dance thing for some fancy charity. Save the moles or something. Enough food to feed every sidewalk sleeper on the Lower East Side for a year." "Gee, that's tough on you. I bet you had to get all dressed up in some beautiful gown, shuttle down on Roarke's private transpo, and choke down champagne." Eve only lifted a brow at Peab..
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As always, just the sight of him gave her a quick inner jolt. His face was like a painting, a depiction in perfect oils of some fallen angel. The sheer beauty of it, framed by all that rich black hair, was forever a surprise to her.
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He was heading over the line when he strutted in here thinking he could rattle his federal balls at me.
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You go into marriage, you plow a road. You're going to hit rough patches, and some may be rougher and last longer than others, but you've got choices to make. You work to smooth them out, you hold until they do, or they don't. You stick with the road, or you get off. But you don't do something to make it worse, don't do something that maybe makes you feel better for the short term while it sucker punches the person you're married to.
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You're still carrying Africa, but it's eroding at the edges. Great. We're destroying the Dark Continent.
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roarke-humor
roarke
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Don't make threats unless you intend to follow through.
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Pay up." Eve rolled over, rubbed her bare butt, and wondered if she'd have rug burns. Still vibrating from the last orgasm, she closed her eyes again. "Huh?" "Fifty credits." He leaned over, gently kissed the tip of her breast. "You lost, Lieutenant." "I'm naked," she pointed out. "I don't generally keep credits up my -- " "I'm happy to take your IOU." He rose, all graceful, gleaming muscles, and took a memo card from his console. "Here you..
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Friends give you a cushion for the fall, even when you think you don't need or want one.
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Eve woke, violently aroused. It was Roarke's hands on her. She knew their texture, their rhythm. Her heart tripped against her ribs, then bounded into her throat as his mouth covered hers. His was greedy, hot, giving her no choice, really no choice at all but to respond in kind. Even as she fumbled for him, those long, clever fingers pierced her, diving into her so that she bowed up into the frenzy of orgasm. His mouth on her breast, suckin..
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You're a fascinating woman, Eve. Here we are, wet, naked, both of us half dead from a very memorable night, and still you watch me with very cool, very suspicious eyes." "You're a suspicious character, Roarke." --
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roarke
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5ddcf7e
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It amazed her how much people wanted to talk at parties. And about nothing in particular.
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shy
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00cdc35
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I'm programming us a couple of spinach smoothies" "I'll pass. For the rest of my natural life." "Just what you need," he insisted, tapped buttons manually. And came out with two cups of coffee."
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feeney
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I don't want to hear from Traffic that my husband was hotdogging the skyways in his minichopper." "You won't. I bribe too well."
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roarke
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Her brows lifted as his hands got busy on her butt. "I'm on duty, Roarke. Your hands are currently rubbing the ass of a working cop." "That only makes it more exciting." He shifted to nibble her neck. "Want to break a few laws?"
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She woke to sunlight and the scent of coffee. The first thing she saw was Roarke, with a mug of coffee in his hand. "how much would you pay for this?" "Name your price." she sat up took it from him, drank gratefully. "this is one of my favorite parts of the marriage deal." She let the caffeine flow through her system. "I mean the sex is pretty good, but the coffee...the Cofee is amazing. And you're all-round handy yourself most of the time..
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Roarke had to deal with her moods. It was in the marriage rules.
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First line] "The business of murder took time, patience, skill, and a tolerance for the monotonous."
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murder
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ca0ce78
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I can't tell you how aroused it makes me when you quote codes, lieutenant.
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roarke-humor
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A lot of nasty things grow out of love if it isn't ... tended right. Jealousy, hate, resentment, suspicion.
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No one, she tought as the breath trembled through her lips, no one had ever looked at her as he did. In a way that told her she was the center
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He took her hand, lifted it to his lips. Nothing could have pleased him more than the quick suspicion on her face. "You won't forget me, Eve. You'll think of me, perhaps not fondly, but you'll think of me." "I'm in the middle of a murder investigation. You're part of it. Sure, I'll think of you." "Darling," he began, and watched with amusement as his use of the endearment knitted her brow. "You'll be thinking of what I can do to you."
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No matter your race, creed, sexual orientation, or political affiliation, we protect and serve. Because you could get dead.'" "Even if you were an asshole. We added an addendum." On"
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I don't like the idea of you shivering unless I cause it. Stay warm.
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He came back, sat on the ledge again, and handed her a glass. "You haven't slept; you haven't eaten." "It goes with the territory." The wine tasted like liquid gold. "Nonetheless, you worry me, Lieutenant." "You worry too easily." "I love you." It flustered her to hear him say it in that lovely voice that hinted of Irish mists, to know that somehow, incredibly, it was true. Since she had no answer to give him, she frowned into her wine."
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Water lapped as she sat forward. "Don't play games with me, Roarke." "Eve, it's my fondest wish to do just that."
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As for her cat, Galahad made an appearance, regally ignored everyone under four feet until he clued in that this variety of humans was more likely to drop food on the floor, or sneak him handouts. He ended in a gluttonous coma, tubby belly up under a table.
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Let me help you." Roarke bent down, lifted Rockman by the lapels. He jerked the man up, steadied him. "Look at me, Rockman. Vision clear?" Rockman blinked blood out of his eyes. "I can see you." "Good." Roarke's arm shot up, quick as a bullet, and his fist connected with Rockman's already battered face. "Oops," Feeney said mildly, when Rockman crumbled to the floor again."
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Real love's beautiful, elusive, and mean as a snake.
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You expecting sabotage?" "You don't expect sabotage. That's why it's sabotage." --
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I won't say I'm sorry." He lifted his hand, skimmed his fingers over her cheek. "I wouldn't mean it. But I will say I love you. I've never meant anything more." He drew her into his arms. She pressed her face to his shoulder and held on. "I've been so messed up." "So have I." He brushed his lips over her hair, felt his world balance again. "I've missed you, Eve." "I won't let the job screw this up." "It doesn't. We manage that on our own." ..
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Roarke glanced over at the monitor briefly, saw Eve on screen facing a woman who'd tried to make herself her twin. The hair, the eyes. She didn't come close, he thought, then forced himself to look away from the beat of his heart, and work to save her. Roarke tuned it out, all of it. Just the sound of Eve's voice - not the words, just the sound of her voice - was all he let in as he worked to lift the most important lock of his life.
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Well now, this must be love. You sharing the biscuits." "They're cookies. Biscuits are hot bread you smother in butter or gravy. Remember which side of the Atlantic you're on, ace."
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