by J. D. Robb
Peabody nodded, kept her eyes carefully blank. “Yes, sir. I’ll see that he’s taken home. I’ll remain on scene until you return.”
“Do that.” Eve turned, started to button the jacket.
“By the way, Dallas?”
“What, Peabody?”
“That’s a lovely tattoo. New?”
Eve clamped her teeth together, strode toward the door with as much dignity as she could manage. “See?” She jabbed a finger into Roarke’s chest as they walked down the corridor. “I told you I’d be humiliated by that stupid rosebud.”
“You’ve been drugged, slapped, tied up naked, and nearly killed, but a rose on your butt humiliates you?”
“All that other stuff’s the job. The rosebud’s personal.”
Laughing, he swung his arm around her shoulders, hugging her close. “Christ, Lieutenant, I love you.”
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