All these women. And Trina. Trina," she repeated, with considerable passion as she gripped his shirt. "And gooey dessert and body things and chick-vids. All night. Slumber party. Do you know what that means?" "I've had many dreams of them. Will there be pillow fights?" She spun him around so his back hit the door. "Don't. Leave. Me." "Darling." He kissed her brow. "I must. I must." "No. You can bring Vegas here. Because . . . you're you. You can do that. We'll have Vegas here, and that'll be good. I'll buy you a lap dance." "That's so sweet. But I'm going. I'll be back tomorrow, and lay a cool cloth on your fevered brow." "Tomorrow?" She actually went light-headed. "You're not coming back tonight?" "You wouldn't be in this state now if you paid attention. I'm taking a shuttle full of men to Las Vegas late this afternoon. There will be ribaldry, and a possible need to post bond. I've made arrangements. I'll bring back this same shuttle full of men-hopefully-tomorrow afternoon." "Let me come with you." "Let me see your penis." "Oh, God! Can't I just use yours?" "At any other time. Now pull yourself together, and remember that when all this is over, you'll very likely arrest a killer who's also a dirty cop. It's like a twofer." "That doesn't make me feel better." "Best I have.
( J.D. Robb )
[ Promises in Death ]
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