“That’s right. That’s right exactly. And we discussed the fact that I would set up a meet.”
“You didn’t indicate you’d move on that intention immediately, without preparation.”
“I don’t have to indicate anything when it comes to my work. I just have to do the job. And I was prepared. I knew after five minutes with him that his fondest wish was to get to you. Using me to do that wasn’t going to be an option I tossed in his lap.”
He studied the pretty pattern on his china cup, even as he fantasized about hurling it against the wall. “I’m quite able to take care of myself.”
“Yeah, well, me, too. So what? Did you tell me about your plans to corner the market on broccoli?”
He shot her a look of mild interest. “Excuse me?”
Oh, she hated when he used that formal, adult-to-idiot-child tone on her. And he knew it. “This deal with the Green Space people. Did you bring me in on it?”
“Why would I? Have you developed a stirring interest in fresh produce?”
“It’s a big deal, taking them over. It’s what you do. You didn’t consult me about it. I don’t have to consult you about what I do.”
“It’s an entirely different matter.”
“I don’t see it that way.”
“The representatives of Green Space aren’t likely to put out a contract on my life.”
“The way you work, they may want to. But yeah, that’s a point. On the other hand, dealing with the criminal element is part of the package with me. You married a cop. Live with it.”
“I do. This is different. It’s my head he wants. Taking yours would simply be a bonus.”
“Oh, I got that. I got that as soon as I saw the flowers. Why do you think I panicked?” She strode over, slapped her hands on the bar. “Okay, I panicked, and I don’t like knowing it. When I read the card, I was annoyed. And then, it hit me, hit hard what you might do. What he was hoping you’d do, and all I could think was to get rid of them. To make them go away so you wouldn’t see them or know about them. Maybe I wasn’t thinking at all but just reacting. I was afraid for you. Why isn’t that allowed?”
He had no answer for that and, setting the coffee aside, struggled to put his own thoughts in order. “You lied to me.”
“I know it, and I said I was sorry. But I’d do it again. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. I don’t care if it put your dick in a twist.”
He stared at her now, torn between annoyance and amusement. “Do you really think this is about my ego?”
“You’re a man, aren’t you? I have it on good authority that what I did put a big dent in your ego, which is the same as a kick in the groin to a man.”
“And who,” he said with deceptive sweetness, “is this authority?”
“I talked to Mavis.” She caught the glint in his eye and narrowed her own. “She made sense, and so did Mira. I had a right to talk to somebody since you were freezing me out.”
He had to take a minute, had to walk it off. He paced to the window, stared out until reason could make its way through the haze of temper. “All right. You had every right, and every reason to talk to friends. But whether or not some of my reaction had to do with ego isn’t the sticking point, Eve. You didn’t trust me.”
“You’re wrong.” And if the kick to his ego had made him believe that, she had to fix it. “Altogether wrong. I’ve never trusted anyone the way I trust you. Don’t turn away from me again, damn it. Don’t do that. I was afraid,” she said when he turned back to her. “I don’t deal well with fear. I don’t let it in, but it snuck up on me. I wasn’t wrong, and neither were you. We were just right on different levels.”
“That’s an amazing and accurate analysis. One I’d nearly reached myself before I happened upon that little scene last night.” He walked to her then, until they were face-to-face. “Do you expect me to take two kicks in the groin, Eve, then just sit meekly, like a puppy when ordered?”
Another time she might have laughed at that image. The man in front of her would never be meek. He would do as he pleased when he pleased, and hang the consequences.
“That was about work.”
He took her chin in his hand, fingers strong and firm. “Don’t insult me.”
“It started out that way, I don’t know how it got where it did. Webster had information, confidential, the kind that could get his ass burned for passing it to me. We were going around about it, arguing, then . . . I don’t know what the hell got into him.”
“No,” Roarke murmured, not particularly surprised. “I see you don’t.” She was refreshingly, sometimes frustratingly, oblivious to her own appeal.
“He caught me off balance,” she continued, “but I’d’ve dealt with it. Next thing I know, there you are. And the two of you are like a couple of rabid dogs fighting over a bone. Talk about insulting.”