The In Death Collection Books 6-10 - J. D. Robb [675]
He bought her a ridiculous amount of clothes, but it saved her from the torture of shopping.
Since it was there, and the weather promised to remain cool, she buttoned on a waist-length vest that appeared to go with the rest of the deal.
She strapped on her weapon, then she set off to find Roarke.
He was already in his office, the morning stock reports on one screen, off-planet trading on another, and what seemed to be a serious math problem on the third.
“How can you deal with numbers first thing in the morning?”
“I live for numbers.” He tapped his keyboard, and the math problem shifted into tidy columns she had no doubt added up to the smallest decimal point. “And as it happens, I’ve been up for some time. You look rested,” he said after a moment’s study of her face. “And very well-tailored as well. You’re a resilient creature, Eve.”
“I slept like a slug.” She came around the counter, leaned down, and kissed him. “You’ve been putting in some long days yourself.” She patted his shoulder in a way that made his antenna quiver. “Maybe we need a little vacation.”
He sent the figures on-screen to his broker for immediate application, then swiveled around in his chair. “What do you want?”
“Just some quiet time somewhere. You and me. We could take a long weekend.”
“I repeat.” He picked up his coffee, sipped. “What do you want?”
Irritation gleamed in her eyes. “Didn’t I just say? Don’t pull that crap on me again. You had to grovel the last time.”
“I won’t this time around. Do I look stupid?” he said in a conversational tone. “I’m not above a bribe, Lieutenant, but I like to know the deal. Why am I being softened up?”
“I couldn’t soften you up with a vat of skin regenerator. Anyway, it’s not a bribe. I’m a damn city official.”
“And they are, as we know, complete strangers to bribes.”
“Watch it, ace. Who says I can’t want a break? If I want a favor, it doesn’t have to connect.”
“I see. Well then, here’s what I’ll bring to the table. I’ll give you your favor, whatever it may be, in exchange for a week of your time anywhere I want to go.”
“A week’s out. I’ve got court dates, paperwork. Three days.”
Negotiations, he thought, were his favorite hobby. “Five days now, five days next month.”
“That’s ten days, not a week. Even I can do the math on that. Three days now, two days next month.”
“Four now, three next month.”
“All right, all right.” Her head was starting to spin. “I’ll work it out.”
“Then we have a deal.” He offered his hand, clasped hers.
“So, are we going to the beach?”
“We can do that. The Olympus Resort has a stunning man-made beach.”
“Olympus.” She blanched. “Off planet? I’m not going off planet. That’s got to be a deal breaker.”
“Deal’s done. Buck up. Now, what’s the favor?”
She sulked. It was a rare attitude for her, but she was damn good at it. “It’s not even a big favor.”
“You should’ve thought of that before you tried to scam me. You might have, if you’d had a decent breakfast instead of ice cream.”
“How did you—” She broke off, and the single word was a vicious hiss. “Summerset.”
“Now, when a woman asks her husband for a favor, it’s a lovely touch if she sits on his lap.” He patted his knee.
“You won’t have much of a lap if I break both your legs.” Seriously annoyed, she sat on the counter. “Look, it’s police business, and you always want to stick your nose in anyway. I’m giving you a chance.”
“Now, there you are.” Enjoying himself, he lifted a hand, palm up. “If you’d presented it that way initially, put me in the position of being given a favor rather than giving one, you wouldn’t have made what you consider a poor deal. And you wouldn’t be cross.”
“I’m not cross. You know I hate when you say I’m cross. And before I forget, what’s the deal with this Authorization One shit?”
“Did you buy something?” He handed her the rest of his coffee. “I must make a celebrational note on my calendar. Eve Dallas went shopping. Strike up the band.”
She scowled