The in Death Collection Books 11-15 - J. D. Robb [492]
He’d traveled and absorbed. He’d learned. And the boy who’d lived his life by wit and guile, by nimble fingers and quick feet became a man of wealth and power. A man who owned whatever he damn well wanted to own and had danced skillfully on the dark side of the law when it suited him.
He’d had women, and some he’d cared for a great deal. But he’d been alone. He hadn’t known how much alone until Eve. She’d shown him his own heart. It might have taken her longer to see it for herself, but she’d shown it to him.
And the world he’d built, the man who’d lived in it, had changed forever.
In a matter of hours, they would go back and face her past, the horrors of it. Together.
From his console came a quick beeping indicating the security gate was open. He glanced at the panel, saw the identification for Eve’s police vehicle.
Then he walked to the window to watch her come home.
Eve saw the two figures beneath the arching branches of one of the weeping trees as she rounded the first curve toward the house. Most of their bodies were sheltered by the ripe green leaves and fading blossoms.
She punched the accelerator, and her weapon was in her hand before she saw who they were, and what they were doing.
Peabody’s parents stood under those fragrant limbs locked in a passionate embrace.
Embarrassed amusement had her shoving her weapon back in its harness, and averting her eyes as she continued down the drive. She parked at the base of the steps because it served two purposes. It was convenient, and Summerset hated it. But her hopes that everyone would pretend that they hadn’t seen everyone else were dashed as Sam and Phoebe strolled toward her, holding hands.
Eve stuck hers in her pockets. “How’s it going?”
“A gorgeous day.”
Phoebe’s lips curved, but her gaze was steady and direct and made the back of Eve’s neck itch. Deliberately Eve focused on a point in the center of Phoebe’s forehead.
Don’t look in her eyes, she reminded herself. Don’t make direct visual contact.
“Sam and I were taking advantage of it.” Phoebe shook back her hair and it tinkled musically from the silver rings woven through it. “I saw your interview with Nadine Furst of Channel 75 on the entertainment screen before I came out. You looked very strong and determined.”
“I am determined.”
“And strong. Roarke tells us the two of you need to go out of town tomorrow.”
“Yeah. It’s case-related,” Eve replied uneasily, avoiding looking at Sam.
“Is there anything we can do for you here while you’re gone?”
“No, thanks. Not unless you run into Julianna Dunne and want to make a citizen’s arrest.”
“I think we’ll leave that to you and Delia. I need to check on something in the greenhouse. Sam, talk Eve into finishing your walk with you.”
Before either of them could speak, Phoebe was gliding off with a swish of flowing, flowered skirts.
“I’m sorry,” Sam said immediately. “She knows there’s some kind of tension. I didn’t say anything to her.”
“Okay.”
“It’s not okay.” For the first time since she’d known him, Eve heard temper in his voice, saw it on his face as he turned to her. “I’m making you uncomfortable and upset in your own home. You and Roarke opened that home to us, and I abused the privilege. I was about to work up to talking Phoebe into moving to a hotel for our last few days, but you drove up . . .”
He trailed into silence, and like Eve, stuck his hands in his pockets as if he didn’t know what else to do with them.
They stood like that a moment, staring out at the lawn, at the color and the green. She was no sensitive, but Eve thought the misery pumping off the man would have dented a steel wall.
“Look, let’s just put it away. It’s a couple of days, and I’m not here half the time anyway.”
“I have a code,” he said quietly. “Part of it’s Free-Ageism, part of it’s simply the way I believe a life should be led. To cherish family, to do good work. To enjoy the time we’re given in this lifetime, and