“I hear the cock woke you up."
Eve choked on her coffee. "What?"
"Not that kind of cock." Sinead sent a sparkling look over her shoulder. "Though if that's true as well, good for you. I meant the rooster.”
“Eve, I know this continues to astound and baffle you, but I actually like to socialize."
"I know. If it wasn't for that, you'd be perfect.”
“Testing, she lifted her hips, let them fall. "Oh, for God's sake. We can't do this on a talking bed. Everybody in the house will know what's going on in here."
Enjoying himself, he nuzzled at her throat. "I believe they already suspect we have sex."
"Maybe, but that's different than having the bed yell out, 'Whoopee!"
Was it any wonder he adored her? he thought.
Watching her face, he trailed a finger over her breast. "We'll have quiet, dignified sex."
"If sex is dignified it's not being done right.”
“It's Major Ketchup in the bathroom with the laser scalpel."
"Hmm." He sliced a delicately herbed spear of asparagus. "Obviously we were meant for each other as I can interpret that as you meaning something more like Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the candlestick.”
“Didn't people consider what could happen if armies of farm animals united in revolt?”
“You think they've killed before?"
"I'd bet your ass on it"
"Why my ass?" Eyes slitted, Peabody jabbed a finger in the air. "Because it's bigger? Because it has more padding? That's hitting below the belt."
"Your ass is below your belt. I'd bet mine, too, if it makes you feel better.”
“What did she say?" Eve asked when they got into the car. "Here's love, she said, to hold until next we meet and I give you more.”
“There! There it is again! What language is that?"
From the bed, Roarke shifted. "I believe it's known as rooster."
With the weapon at her side, she stared at him, slack-jawed. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Not a bit. It's morning, more or less, and that's a cock signaling the dawn."
"I'd say. I don't think Sindead and her man want you to stun their rooster, but I have to say, Lieutenant, you make a fascinating picture."
She heaved out a breath, set her weapon down. "Jesus Christ, we may as well be on another planet." She slid back into bed. "And if your cock gets any ideas about signaling the day, remember I've got a weapon.”
“You're aunt's just--what is it--down the hall. You know damn well this place isn't soundproofed."
"You'll just have to be quiet." He gave her ribs a deliberate tickle that made her jump and yelp. "Or not."
"Didn't I bang you already today, twice this morning?"
"Darling Eve, you're a pathetic romantic.”
“You need more sleep.”
“You know, the skillet says the pan’s the same deal.”
He thought a moment. “I believe that’s the pot calling the kettle black.”
“Whatever, kitchen stuff can’t talk anyway.”
“If sex is dignified it’s not being done right.”
“You know what happens to people who longingly imagine having things they can’t afford?” “Happy dreams?” “A life of crime.”
“Why is that? Why do we love each other?” “Because we are what we are, and we’re both okay with it.”
“No screen?" She nudged him away, scanned the walls. "Seriously? What kind of place is this?"
"The sort where people use bedrooms for sex and sleep, which is exactly waht I have in mind." To prove it, he tumbled her onto the bed.
"What is that? Did you hear that? Is there a farm animal in here?"
"I'm fairly certain they keep those outside. It's the bed." He tugged her shirt over her head.
Testing, she lifted her hips, let them fall. "Oh, for God's sake. We can't do this on a talking bed. Everybody in the house will know what's going on in here."
Enjoying himself, he nuzzled at her throat. "I believe they already suspect we have sex."
"Maybe, but that's different than having the bed yell out, 'Whoopee!'"
Was it any wonder he adored her? he thought.”
“Thanks, Lieutenant. Casey's going to be really excited about Saturday. Um, can we bring something?"
"We have dishes. We have lots of dishes."
"He means food," Peabody interpreted. "Don't worry about it, Trueheart. They're got plenty of that, too."
"Why would somebody bring food when they're coming to your place to eat?" Eve wondered when Trueheart hurried after Baxter.
"It's a social nicety.”
“Mind the faeries,” Brian said with a grin. “Christ, it’s been years since I stepped into a country wood. Roarke, do you remember when we skinned those Germans in the hotel, then hid out for two days with travelers in the wood down in Wexford till the heat was off?”
“Jesus, I’m standing right here,” Eve pointed out. “Cop.”
“There was that girl,” Brian continued, unabashed. “Ah, the sultry beauty. And no matter how I tried to charm her, she only had eyes for you.”
“Again, right here. Married.”
“It was long ago and far away.”
“You can’t make this shit up.”
“What the fuck was that? Is it like that vid, with the people and the pods and the dupes?”
“Oh, that’s a scary one. It’s sort of like that. He’s in love.”
“Who,” Peabody said with a laugh. “Apparently he met somebody a few weeks ago, and he’s in love. He’s happy.”
“He’s fucking creepy, that’s what he is. I think I like him better when he’s a dick. He kept smiling.”
“Happy makes you smile.”
“Cut it out.” She gave Peabody a shove. “You’re making my eye twitch.”
“We’re just sitting here.”
“I know sex giggles when I hear them.”
“I wasn’t giggling.”
“Not you. Him.”
McNab just grinned at her. “Those were manly chuckles.”
“You’re cops. Be cops.”
“I hope I helped, but I have to tell you this sort of thing is a lot more exciting, and a lot less emotionally wearing, in a book than it is in real life.” “You got that right.”
“Two years married, she thought, and he could still make her heart hum.”
“Roarke pointed a finger at Galahad who'd begun his crouch toward the berries. The cat turned his head toward the screen as if suddenly enraptured by the financial new.”
“You have power over a powerful man. His love for you gives you the power, though I suspect there are times the two of you fight like cats.”
“You think they’ve killed before?”
“I’d bet your ass on it.”
“Why my ass?” Eyes slitted, Peabody jabbed a finger in the air. “Because it’s bigger? Because it has more padding? That’s hitting below the belt.”
“Your ass is below your belt. I’d bet mine, too, if it makes you feel better.”
“Let’s bet Roarke’s ass, because really, in my opinion, of the three of us his is the best.”
“Fine. We’ll bet all the asses on it. They’ve killed before. Together most likely, impulse, accident, deliberately—that I don’t know yet. But I’d bet Mira’s shrink’s ass that the kill is what turned this corner for them. That, and getting away with it.”
“Mira has a really nice ass.”
“I’m sure she’d be thrilled to know you think so.”
“Jeez, don’t tell her I said that.” Peabody’s wince included a defensive hunch of shoulders. “I was just following the theme.”
“Minute by minute, then hour by hour, then day by day. Work is solace," he said, "friends are comfort. Life is for the living. You and I know that, even though we spend so much time with the dead - maybe because of that we know we have to live. Chale has been a great help to me."
"That's good," she said, thinking of the priest she'd suggested Morris talk to. "You can ... you know, anytime."
"Yes." His lips curved. "I know. You're work, and a friend, so have been both solace and comfort.”
“Everyone thinks his family is strange," Del said, scratching Scootie behind the ears, "but it's just that... because we're closer to the people we love, we tend to see them through a magnifying glass, through a thicker lens of emotion, and we exaggerate their eccentricities.”
“As I looked out at the water, I realized there was nowhere to go, nowhere left to run. And I just had to stay here, facing this terrible truth. I felt, as more tears fell, just how tired I was, a tiredness that had nothing to do with the hour. I was tired of running away from this, tired of not telling people, tired of not talking about it, tired of pretending things were okay when they had never, ever been less than okay.”
“If he’s not going to apologize, I’m not going to be more than barely civil. I realize he is a boy and predisposed to abhor admitting he’s wrong. He, however, has given me no reason to stick my neck out.”
“I had my first wet dream!”
“To find your true identity within the will of Tze Yo Tzuh...that is the highest of all freedoms.”
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