“No, I didn’t. You did.”
“Compromise,” he decided. “Which we’ve neglected to do just lately. We brought him down.”
“I’ll take that. One more thing. All that business about a man having this right and that right, and wanting your woman when you want her. That was just show, right?”
“Are you going to share that coffee?”
She moved it just a little farther out of reach. “No. It was just show. Right?”
“Well, now, let me think. It might be nice to have the little woman puttering about the house and meeting me at the door of an evening, after a hard day’s business, with a smile and a drink. That’s a lovely image, isn’t it?”
He turned to see her snarling at him and laughed. “How long before we’d be bored brainless with it, do you figure?”
“It’s a good thing you said that before I wasted this very nice coffee by pouring it into your lap. But I’m still not sharing it.”
When they turned into hospital parking, she shifted on her seat to face him. “It’s going to take several days to close this Ricker business and hand it over to the PA. His psych evaluation is going to be one big mess, seeing as he’s loon crazy.”
“He’ll end up in a mental defective prison unit.”
“Oh yeah, and believe me, they’re no picnic. Anyway, we’ve got a lot of people to interview, and I can’t calculate how many of his businesses and properties to search and seize. I’m letting Martinez take the bulk of it, but I’m still going to be tied up for awhile. If you can put off the trip you need to take to Olympus, I’d like to go with you.”
He pulled into a slot, stopped the car. “You’d voluntarily take off several days? Not only that, but go off planet without me having to drug you?”
“I said I’d like to go with you. If you’re going to make a big deal out of it, we can just—”
“Quiet down.” He leaned over, kissed her sulky mouth. “I’ll put it off until we can go together.”
“Okay. Good.” She climbed out of the car. Stretched. “Look, there’s some whattayacallems.”
“Daffodils,” he said and caught her hand in his. “Daffodils, Eve. It’s spring.”
“Finally feels like it, too.”
She kept her hand in his as they walked into the hospital, and all the way to Webster’s tiny room.
His face wasn’t gray as it had been the last time she’d been there, but it wasn’t pink with health, either. Instead, it was as white as the bandages stretched across his chest.
She felt a trip of alarm cut into her cheerful mood as he lay, silent and still.
“I thought they said he was awake.”
Even as she said it, in a sickroom whisper, Webster’s eyes fluttered open. They stayed dazed for a moment with the baffled, vulnerable look of the very ill. Then, as they focused the faintest glint of humor shot into them. “Hey.”
She had to step closer; his voice was pitifully thin.
“You didn’t have to bring the guard dog. I’m too weak to make a half-decent pass at you.”
“You never worried me in that area, Webster.”
“I know. Damn it. Thanks for coming.”
“It’s okay. It’s not much out of my way.”
He started to laugh, lost his breath, then just lay there concentrating on finding it again.
“You stupid bastard.” She said it with enough passion to bring that baffled look back on his face.
“Huh?”