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337 pages, Hardcover
First published November 6, 2007
“There's nobody on the job, nobody with a badge I respect more than you." - Eve
"You never were a rookie," he told her in a voice roughened with emotion. "So I saw good, solid cop the minute I laid eyes on you. I gave you a hell of a foundation, kid, a lot of seasoning and pushed you hard because I knew you could take it. You put yourself here. And I'm proud." - Feeney�
Her screams were like music.
“It was hardly a wonder that it had been her, essentially from the first minute he’d seen her. That it would be her until his last breath. And very likely well beyond that.�
“You’re an amazing woman, Lieutenant, my darling Eve.�
“You’re not so shabby yourself.�
”Something in their eyes . . . brought the hair up on the back of the neck.�The Groom isn’t the only one who tortures; Dallas isn’t bad at it either.
”A pale man who bears the tree of life and lives by death.�Whew. You read this story, and then take another look at the cover... It will make you quiver. Good read.
“An event shop. Ah…upscale, everything you might need under one roof. A variety of specialty boutiques—attire, floral and planting, bakery, catering, decor, event planners. It was something I thought of when we were dealing with our wedding. Why go to all these places, all these people, if you can go to one location and find effectively everything you’d need. And if you want something else, there are consultants who’ll find that something else for you.�
Eve thought she might actually shop in a place like that. If she fell out of a three-story window, cracked her head on the sidewalk, and suffered severe brain damage. But she said, “Handy.�
“Okay. But there go my plans to slip off and meet Pablo the pool boy for an hour of hot, sticky sex.�
“We all have to make sacrifices. Myself, I’ve had to reschedule my liaison with Vivien the French maid three times in the last couple of days.�
“Blows,� Eve said as they slipped into bed.
“She certainly does.�
“Or a statement or a reflection. Yours say you’re not only in charge but more than willing to kick ass.�
“My pants say I’m in charge?� Eve didn’t need Mira’s various degrees to recognize babbling nerves.
“The whole deal. Dark colors, but not somber. Good fabrics, clean lines. Could power things up now and again, strong reds or greens, sharp blues.�
“I’ll keep that in mind.�
“You should wear sunshades.�
“I lose them.�
“Well, stop. What are you, twelve? Sunshades would totally complete the package. Is this going to take long? Do you think this is going to take long? What if I can’t do it? What if I get it wrong? What if—�
“Stop. What are you, twelve?� At Trina’s nervous laugh, Eve stepped off the glide. “It takes as long as it takes. You need to stop, you stop. Yancy’s the best I’ve got, best I’ve worked with. And if you get it wrong we’ll just toss you in a cage for a few hours, until you get it right.�
”He thought of what his wife had said the night before. That he’d railed at Dallas because she was his family. That she’d let him rail because he was her family. Nobody, according to his Sheila, beat each other up as regularly or as thoughtlessly as family.�
“Yeah, well, being as they were already dead—hopefully—it probably didn’t upset them too much. Oh, and FYI? When my time comes, I don’t want the preservatives and the stylist. You can just build a big fire, slide me in. Then you can throw yourself on the pyre to show your wild grief and constant devotion.�
“I’ll make a note of it.�