“Spoken like a cop.”
“I am a cop. And I’m going back to work.”
She wiggled away, slid off the bed, and once again reached down for the dress.
“You put that red number back on, baby, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
“Simmer down. I’m not strolling around naked. You never know where Summerset’s skulking.” She began pulling the dress up and glanced around the room. “I guess we should clean up some.”
“Why?”
“Because it looks like we’ve—”
“Had a very enjoyable evening,” Roarke finished. “This may shock you, but Summerset knows we have sex.”
“Don’t mention his name and sex in the same sentence. Gives me the creeps. I’m going to grab a shower, then work awhile.”
“All right. I’ll join you.”
“Uh-uh. I’m not showering with you, ace. I know your games.”
“I won’t lay a hand on you.”
He didn’t say anything about his mouth.
• • •
“What do you do? Take a pill?”
Limber, refreshed, and utterly satisfied, Roarke buttoned his shirt. “You’re stimulation enough.”
“Apparently.”
He took her hand, led her to the elevator, requested her office.
The cat was stretched across her sleep chair and gave a twitch of his tail when they walked in.
“Coffee?” Roarke asked.
“Yeah, thanks.”
The minute he turned toward the kitchen, Galahad leaped down and bolted into the room ahead of him. Eve heard the single demanding meow.
She sat at her desk, stared at her computer, tapped her fingers.
“Computer, Draco case file. Cross-reference task. Find and list any and all connections, professional, personal, medical, financial, criminal, civil, between cast members.”
Working…
“I assumed you ran that already.”
She glanced over as Roarke came back with coffee. “I’m running it again, with a few added details.
“Computer, highlight any name with sealed files, all areas.”
That information requires authorization. Please submit same…
“Would you like me to get around that little hitch for you?”