In any case, what would be the point of having all that, and you, darling Eve, if I can't have time with you, away from your work and mine?" "I could probably take a week." "I was thinking four." "Four? Four weeks? That's a month." His eyes laughed over the rim of his cup. "Is it now? I believe you're right." "I can't take a month off. A month is like . . . a month." "As opposed to what? A chicken?" "Ha. Look, maybe I could stretch it to ten days, but-" "Three weeks." Her forehead furrowed. "We had to cancel plans for a quick weekend away twice this year. Once for your work, once for mine. Three weeks." "I couldn't take more than two, even-" "Two and a half. We split the difference." He handed her a fork
( J.D. Robb )
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