Oh shit, oh shit, stupid shower present!" Now she did pull her hair as she made the dash to her office. Roarke sat in her visitor's chair, comfortably involved with his PPC. He glanced up, let loose a regretful sigh. "You changed. And I didn't have any time to ogle you in uniform." "I have to go shopping!" Staring at her, Roarke pressed his fingertips to his temple. "I'm sorry, I believe I must have had a small stroke. What did you say?" "This isn't funny." She bent down, gripped him by the lapels. "I forgot to get a thing for the thing, and I don't even know what the thing is supposed to be. Now I have to go out and hunt something down. Except-" Her eyes went from slightly mad to speculative. "We have all kinds of things around the house. Couldn't I just wrap something up and-" "No." "Crap!
( J.D. Robb )
[ Promises in Death ]
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