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"I've several things I have to see to today. You were late last night. I never
had a chance to ask if you had plans."
"The stakeout on the Bines case went to after oh three hundred."
"Did you get him?"
"Walked right into my arms -- blissed on dreamers and a marathon VR session."
She smiled, but it was the hunter's smile, dark and feral. "Murdering little
bastard came along like my personal droid."
"Well, then." He patted her shoulder before rising. He stepped down from the
platform into the dressing area where he pondered a selection of jackets. "And
today? Reports to file?"
"I'm off today."
"Oh?" Distracted, he turned back, a gorgeous silk jacket in deep charcoal in his
hand. "I can reschedule some of my afternoon, if you like."
Which would be, Eve mused, a bit like a general rescheduling battles. In
Roarke's world, business was a complicated and profitable war. "I'm already
booked." The scowl snuck back on her before she could stop it. "Shopping," she
muttered. "Wedding dress."
Now he smiled, quickly, easily. From her, such plans were a declaration of love.
"No wonder you're so cranky. I told you I'd see to it."
"I'll pick out my own wedding dress. And I'll buy it myself. I'm not marrying
you for your damn money."
Smooth and elegant as the jacket he slipped on, he continued to smile. "Why are
you marrying me, Lieutenant?" Her scowl deepened, but he was, above all, a
patient man. "Want a multiple choice?"
"Because you never take no for an answer." She stood, shoving her hands into the
front pockets of her jeans.
"You only get a half point for that. Try again."
"Because I've lost my mind."
"That won't win you the trip for two to Tropic World on Star 50."
A reluctant smile tugged at her lips. "Maybe I love you."
"Maybe you do." Content with that, he crossed back to her and laid his hands on
her strong shoulders. "How bad can it be? You can pop a few shopping programs
into the computer, look at dozens of suitable dresses, order in what appeals to
you."
"That was my idea." She rolled her eyes. "Mavis ditched it."
"Mavis." He paled a bit. "Eve, tell me you're not going shopping with Mavis."
His reaction brightened her mood a little. "She has this friend. He's a
designer."
"Dear Christ."
"She says he's mag. Just needs a break to make a name for himself. He has a
little workshop in Soho."
"Let's elope. Now. You look fine."
Her grin flashed. "Scared?"
"Terrified."
"Good. Now we're even." Delighted to be on level footing, she leaned in and
kissed him. "Now you can worry about what I'll be wearing on the big day for the
next few weeks. Gotta go." She patted his cheek. "I'm meeting her in twenty
minutes."
"Eve." Roarke grabbed for her hand. "You wouldn't do something ridiculous?''
She tugged her way free. "I'm getting married, aren't I? What could be more