You did good today. I won't have to think twice going through the door with you.As Eve walked away, Peabody gaped after her. It had been simply, even casually said, but it was the finest professional...

I knew him. He was arrogant, pompous, smug, vain. Vain, arrogant men don't choose to be found dead naked in the bathtub swimming in their own blood.

When Eve started to climb in, Roarke took her hand and tumbled her into his lap. Hey. Mortified, she jabbed with her elbow. I love to fluster her when she's on duty, Roarke said, wrestling Eve back...

Peabody wandered off, scanning the entertainment units lining the wall, wondering what it would be like to be able to afford any amusement available: music, art, video, holograms, VR, meditation...

It's a conflict of interest and we both know it. I'm putting your ass on the line with this. Sorry to disagree, sir, but I'm in charge of my own ass. It's only on the line if I put it there. So noted...

Creative people study other people; and music is a science as much as an art, an emotion as much as a science.

Some people relax better without the confines of clothes," Peabody said, then flushed when Eve cast a considering glance over her shoulder. "I've heard.

Eve told him as she swung a leg over the steel safety wall, lowered herself over the edge. The wind didn't seem quite so pleasant when she was dangling seventy stories over the street, nudged on a...

from a bow, and had

up. He's hardly my type

The computer hummed, sliced Roarke's face onto the screen. Such an intriguing couple. His background was no prettier than the cop's had been. But he'd chosen, at least initially, the other side of the...

The mind, and the unconscious mind in particular, is a canvas. We paint on it constantly. Art and music can add such colors, such style.

Thank you, Lieutenant.Which is why you are now assigned to me as my permanent aide. You want a detective shield, Officer?Peabody knew what she was being given: the opportunity, the gift out of...

What do you mean SOS?" "Same old shit, Dickie. It's always SOS with you.

Two lost souls. He'd once called them that. She wondered if they'd stopped being lost when they'd found each other.

{Feeney} Nearly blew ourselves up about an hour ago, right, Roarke? Roarke rose and tucked his hands in his pockets. I never doubted you for an instant Captain. Like hell. In tune with his man, Feeney...

He turned her into his arms as they stepped into the studio, ran his hands over her hips. I missed you. I miss spending large quantities of time with you.She felt the heat kindle between her thighs,...

The surface can hide a great deal of turmoil.

Music isn't just a bunch of notes strung together, sweetheart. It's life. It's memory. Songs trigger specific and often predictable emotional reactions. Music's an expression of emotion, desires.

You changed my life, she said again. At least part of it. I'm beginning to see it's the best part of it. I want you to know that. I want you to remember that when we get back and things settle into...

You enjoyed your honeymoon?"Christ, she thought, when was someone going to ask if she'd enjoyed being fucked around the world and into outer space? "Yes, sir. Thank you.

She heard a trill of laughter float down the hall, lifted a brow. Company?Indeed. With his disapproving eye, Summerset scanned her wilted shirt and slacks, skimmed over the weapon harness still...

Fate rules, Eve. You follow the steps, and you plan and you work, then fate slips in laughting and makes fools of us

Are you okay?I don't know. I have to think about it. Her head was still spinning. We're on the lawn, she said slowly. Our clothes are torn. I'm pretty sure I have the imprint of your fingers dented...

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...

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...

Sir. Several expressions passed over Peabody's face before it went carefully blank. That's a lovely dress, Lieutenant. Are you premiering a new style?Baffled, Eve looked down, then rolled her eyes....

Three weeks hadn't changed Cop Central. The coffee was still poisonous, the noise abominable, and the view out of her stingy window was still miserable.She was thrilled to be back.

She raised her eyes to his. They had both come from misery, she thought, and survived it. They had been drawn together through violence and tragedy, and had overcome it. They walked different paths...

She came before she could stop herself, a small pop of release. Panting, she ripped the goggles off and found Peabody gaping at her.It wasn't a walk on a quiet beach, Eve managed.I could see that....