over her breast. “We’ll have quiet, dignified sex.”
“If sex is dignified it’s not being done right.”
“There’s a point.” He smiled down at her, cupping her breasts now, laying his lips lightly on hers. “Look at you,” he murmured, “all mine for two more lovely weeks.”
“Now you’re just trying to soften me up.” And softened, she reached out to comb her fingers through his hair.
All hers, she thought in turn.
“It’s good, being here.” She took his shirt by the hem, drew it over his head. Once again laid her palm on the healing wound. “Getting here, we’ll forget all about that. But being here, it’s good.”
“It’s been an interesting journey altogether.”
“I wouldn’t have missed a single mile.” She framed his face now, lifted until their lips met. “Even the rocky ones.”
When he lowered to her, she drew him in, and sighed.
Eyes closed, she ran her hands over the good, strong muscles of his back, let the shape and scent of him seep into those places inside her that always waited. Always opened, always welcomed.
She turned her head, found his lips again. Longer, deeper into a drift as easy and sweet as the night air.
The bed gave another rusty squeak, made her laugh. Then another as she shifted to him. “We should try the floor.”
“Next time,” he suggested, and made her laugh again. Made her sigh again. Made all those waiting, welcoming places warm.
And when they curled together, sated and sleepy, she nuzzled in and said, “Whoopee.”
She woke in the gray, shot straight up in bed.
“What was that? Did you hear that?” Naked, she leaped out of bed to grab the clutch piece she’d left on the little bedside table.
“There! There it is again! What language is that?”
From the bed, Roarke shifted. “I believe it’s known as rooster.”
With the weapon at her side, she stared at him, slack-jawed. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Not a bit. It’s morning, more or less, and that’s a cock signaling the dawn.”
“A cock?”
“I’d say. I don’t think Sinead and her man want you to stun their rooster, but I have to say, Lieutenant, you make a fascinating picture.”
She heaved out a breath, set her weapon down. “Jesus Christ, we may as well be on another planet.” She slid back into bed. “And if your cock gets any ideas about signaling the day, remember I’ve got a weapon.”
“As charming an idea as that is, I think that’s my wake-up call. Though I’d rather be riding my wife instead of a tractor, they’re expecting me.”
“Have fun.” Eve rolled over and put the pillow over her head.
Screaming cocks, she thought, squeezing her eyes tight. And, good God, was that a cow? Actually mooing? Just how close were those bastards to the house?
She lifted the pillow an inch, squinted to assure herself her weapon was at hand.
How the hell was a person supposed to sleep with all that mooing and cockadoodledooing, and only God knew what else was going on out there? It was just plain creepy, that’s what it was. What were they saying to each other? And why?
Wasn’t the window open? Maybe she should get up and . . .
The next thing she knew she awoke to yellow sunlight.
She’d slept after all, even if she’d had an unsettling farm animal dream where they were all decked out in military fatigues.
Her first thought was coffee before she remembered where she was and barely muttered a curse. They drank tea over here, and she didn’t know how the hell she was supposed to deal with the day she had ahead of her without a hit.
She dragged herself up, looked blearily around. And spotted the robe at the foot of the bed, and the memo cube sitting on it. She reached for the cube, flicked it on.
“Good morning, Lieutenant. In case you’re still half asleep, the shower’s straight down the hall to the left. Sinead says to come down for breakfast whenever you’re up and about. Apparently I’m to meet you about noon. Sinead will take you wherever we’re supposed to be. Take care of my cop.
“No bad guys, remember?”
She put on her robe, and after a moment’s deliberation, stuffed her weapon in its pocket. Better on her, she decided, than left in the room.
And mourning coffee, she walked down to wake herself up in the shower.
2
THE BED WAS MADE AND THE ROOM TIDIED when she finished her shower. Did they have droids? she wondered, and decided she’d been smart to take her weapon with her.