Divided in Death by JD Robb

Author:JD Robb [Robb, JD]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-09-10T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Eve considered it strength of character not to keep the room sealed, with her inside. But she braced herself, went downstairs, then wound her way through the house to the back patio.

And stared at the scene.

She knew her scenes. Normally, there would've been a corpse somewhere in the vicinity, but she still knew how to read a scene where death wasn't part of the landscape.

There was a bird singing a two-note repetitive chirp that was both cheery and insistent. Butterflies with wings of bold orange and black massed like a fanciful army on the purple spires of a bush that fountained just beyond the west corner of the stone patio.

Roarke's newest toy, an enormous silver monstrosity on wheels, was smoking away, with the man himself at the helm with a long-handled spatula. The smoke smelled like meat—real meat from real cows. Several individuals were currently chowing down on it in the form of thick burgers on buns.

They were seated at tables or standing around chatting, in full party mode.

The city's medical examiner was swigging beer from the bottle and having what appeared to be an amusing conversation with Mavis. Mira—and where the hell had she come from—was seated at a table scattered with food and flickering candles while she held some sort of confab with Leonardo and the terrifying Trina.

The captain of EDD stood munching a burger one-handed and giving Roarke advice on the mysteries and mystiques of outdoor cooking.

Everyone seemed pretty damn jolly and well-fed, and to Eve's mind out of place. Hadn't she just left a sealed room where she'd spent considerable time picking her way through red tape and the land mines of diplomacy and palm greasing? Wasn't she in the messy middle of a murder investigation involving covert organizations and state secrets?

Now it was burgers and beer in the twilight with birds and butterflies.

Her life, she decided, was just plain strange.

Leonardo spotted her first, and with a wide grin splitting his big caramel-colored face, glided over to her in what Eve supposed was his casual cookout-wear of shimmery white pants and a bright yellow shirt that crossed over his impressive chest in a skin-tight X. He bent down, his soft, curling hair brushing her cheek just before his lips.

"Mavis told me she'd been upset, and came to you. I wanted to thank you for being there for her, for giving her this time tonight to feel normal and steady again."

"She just needed to spew."

"I know." Then he wrapped his big arms around Eve, pressing her hard against the rock wall of his chest. This time when he spoke, his voice was thick and shaky. "The baby moved."

"Yeah." She wasn't quite sure what response was called for, and gingerly patted him somewhere on the miles of exposed skin of his back. "She said. So, ah, everything's good now."

"Everything's perfect." He heaved a sigh. "Perfect." He drew back, and his gold eyes were gleaming. "Good friends, the woman I love with our child inside her. Life is so precious.

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