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TITLES BY J. D. ROBB
Welcome, kindred glooms!
Congenial horrors, hail!
JAMES THOMSON
A lie which is half a truth is
ever the blackest of lies.
TENNYSON
SHED DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN. OR BETTER, BECAUSE who knew if there was really good sex and lazy holiday mornings in heaven. She was alive and kicking.
Well, alive anyway. A little sleepy, a whole lot satisfied, and happy the end of the Urban Wars nearly forty years before had resulted in the international Peace Day holiday.
Maybe the Sunday in June had been selected arbitrarily, and certainly symbolicallyand maybe remnants of that ugly period still littered the global landscape even in 2060but she supposed people were entitled to their parades, cookouts, windy speeches, and long, drunk weekends.
Personally, she was happy to have two days off in a row for any reason. Especially when a Sunday kicked off like this one.
Eve Dallas, murder cop and ass-kicker, sprawled naked across her husband, whod just given her a nice glimpse of heaven. She figured shed given him a good look at it, too, as he lay under her, one hand lazily stroking her butt and his heart pounding like a turbo hammer.
She felt the thump on the bed that was their pudgy cat, Galahad, joining them now that the show was over.
She thought: Our happy little family on a do-nothing Sunday morning. And wasnt that an amazing thing? She had a happy little familya home, an absurdly gorgeous and fascinating man who loved her, andit couldnt be overstatedreally good sex.
Not to mention the day off.
She purred, nearly as enthusiastically as the cat, and nuzzled into the curve of Roarkes neck.
Good, she said.
At the very least. His arms came around her, such good arms, in an easy embrace. And what would you like to do next?
She smiled, loving the moment, the lilt of Ireland in his voice, the brush of the cats fur against her arm as he butted it with his head in a bid for attention.
Or most likely breakfast.
Pretty much nothing.
Nothing can be arranged.
She felt Roarke shift, and heard the cats purring increase as the hands that had recently pleasured her gave him a scratch.
She propped herself up to look at his face. His eyes opened.
God, they just killed her, that bold, brilliant blue, those thick, dark lashes, the smile in them that was hers. Just hers.
Leaning down, she took his magic mouth with hers in a deep, dreamy kiss.
Well now, thats far from nothing.
I love you. She kissed his cheeks, a little rough from the nights growth of beard. Maybe because youre so pretty.
He was, she thought as the cat interrupted by wiggling his bulk under her arm and bellying between them. The carved lips, the sorcerers eyes, and sharp, defined bones all framed in the black silk of his hair. When you added the firm, lanky body, it made a damn perfect package.
He managed to get around the cat to draw her down for another kiss, then hissed.
Why the hell doesnt he go down and pester Summerset for breakfast? Roarke nudged away the cat, who kneaded paws and claws, painfully, over his chest.
Ill get it. I want coffee anyway.
Eve rolled out of bed, walkedlong, lean, nakedto the bedroom AutoChef.
You cost me another shag, Roarke muttered.
Galahads bicolored eyes glittered, perhaps in amusement, before he scrambled off the bed.
Eve programmed the kibble, and since it was a holiday, a side of tuna. When the cat pounced on it like the starving, she programmed two mugs of coffee, strong and black.
I thought about going down for a workout, but sort of took care of that already. She took the first life-giving sip as she crossed back to the platform and the lake-sized bed. Im going to grab a shower.
Ill do the same, then I can grab you. He smiled as she handed him his coffee. A second workout, well say. Very healthy. Maybe a full Irish to follow.
Youre a full Irish.
I was thinking breakfast, but you can have both.
Didnt she look happy, he thought, and restedand altogether delicious. That shaggy cap of deer-hide hair mussed about her face, those big dark eyes full of fun. The little dent in her chin he adored deepened just a bit when she smiled.
There was something about the moment, he thought, moments like this when they were so much in tune, that struck him as miraculous.
The cop and the criminalformerhe qualified, as bloody normal as Peace Day potato salad.
He studied her over the rim of his cup, through the whiff of fragrant steam. Im thinking you should wear that outfit more often. Its a favorite of mine.
She angled her head, drank more coffee. Im thinking I want a really long shower.
Isnt that handy? I think I want the same.
She took a last sip. Then wed better get started.
Later, too lazy to dress, she tossed on a robe while Roarke programmed more coffee and full Irish breakfasts for two. It was all so... homey, she thought. The morning sun streamed in the windows of the bedroom bigger than the apartment shed lived in two years before. Two years married next month, she thought. Hed walked into her life, and everything had changed. Hed found her; shed found himand all those dark places inside both of them had gotten a little smaller, a little brighter.
What do you want to do next? she asked him.
He glanced over as he loaded plates and coffee onto a tray to carry it to the sitting area. I thought the agenda was nothing.
It can be nothing, or it can be something. I picked yesterday, and that was lots of nothing. Theres probably something in the marriage rules about you getting to pick today.
Ah yes, the rules. He set the tray down. Always a cop.
Galahad padded over to eye the plates as if he hadnt eaten in days. Roarke pointed a warning finger at him, so the cat turned his head in disgust and began to wash.
My pick then, is it? He cut into his eggs, considering. Well, lets think. Its a lovely day in June.
Shit.
His brow lifted. Youve a problem with June, or lovely days?
No. Shit. June. Charles and Louise. Scowling, she chewed bacon. Wedding. Here.
Yes, next Saturday evening, and as far as I know thats all under control.
Peabody said because Im standing up for Louisethe matron of honor or whateverIm supposed to contact Louise every day this week to make sure she doesnt need me to do something. Eves scowl darkened as she thought of Peabody, her partner. That cant be right, can it? Every day? I mean, Jesus. Plus, what the hell could she need me to do?
Errands?
She stopped eating, narrowed her eyes at him. Errands? What do you mean by errands?
Well now, Im at a disadvantage having never been a bride, but best guess? Confirm details with the florist or caterer, for instance. Go shopping with her for wedding shoes or honeymoon clothes or
Why would you do that? Her voice was as thoroughly aggrieved as her face. Why would you say these things to me, after I rocked your world twice in one morning? Its just mean.
