Page 90 of Fury In Death

Less than twenty-five away. Nearly home.

Had Roarke imagined what Redman felt in that instant? Hearing the explosion, seeing the flames erupt, knowing that his wife and son were inside.

His wife waiting for her ice cream; his son sleeping.

Yes, he’d imagined it, just as she had.

And what it felt like to see your whole world destroyed while you stood helpless and alive.

“Beyond the bearing of it.” Roarke gave the cat one long stroke before setting him aside and rising. “It’s hardly a wonder his mind shut down.”

“No, but it came back. And I think it came back well before he walked out of the health center. He didn’t wander aimlessly as they all thought. He had an aim. He knew the best way to get out, the best time, and he went to someone. I need to find out who. I need to find him, stop him, get him into custody.”

She studied the ID shot.

“They’re looking for him, too. They’re afraid not just of him, but of what he knows. They killed all those people to cover killing him. If they find him first, he’s dead.”

“It matters to you, to keep him alive, and I’m with you. But I doubt it matters to him. Come now, put it away. You’ll get some rest, and start again tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I need to put it away.” She glanced toward the sofa. “Galahad’s already on the bed.”

“As I said, he has a sense of these things.”

“It’s a little spooky.” As they walked, she sighed. “I got more blood on these pants.”

“Summerset will get it out.”

“Right. I had just a little bit on them when I got home. I mean you practically needed microgoggles to spot it, but he did.”

“We can say someone else has a sense of things.”

He ran a hand down her hair as they walked into the bedroom, where the cat stretched out luxuriously on the bed.

“Why doesn’t he sense he’s going to have to move?”

“You think he doesn’t?” Amused, Roarke switched on the fire, for the comfort, before he began to undress. “He’s simply enjoying the sprawl while he has it.”

Eve set her weapon harness, her badge, ’link, and all the rest aside. Shouldn’t that help her put it all away? she wondered. But no, it didn’t. Not really.

She stripped down to her underwear, looked over at him.

“I think you can handle the rest.”

He angled his head. “Can I now?”

“It’s not that much.”

“True. I suppose I can manage it well enough.”

“You usually do better than well enough.”

“Only usually?” he said as he drew her in. “I’ll have to up my game.” After brushing his lips over hers, he looked into her eyes. And he smiled. “And there she is, my own darling Eve.”

She framed his face with her hands. “There he is, my own Irish gazillionaire. I love you. I’d love you even if you were only a paltry millionaire. Under that, it could get shaky.”

“I’ll have to keep a careful eye on my investments, won’t I then? As I don’t want to lose you.”

“You couldn’t, because you’d find me.” She pressed her lips to his, then locked her arms around his neck. “Let’s get lost,” she murmured. “Together.”