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"No, you won't." Already he was poking in cabinets to put things away. If he was
shocked by the stock in her pantry, particularly the bright red and yellow bag
of Tasty Tater Treats, he didn't mention it. "I'll take the sofa."
"It's a pull-out, and fairly roomy." And she thought she probably had clean
sheets for it. "But it's lumpy."
"I can sleep anywhere."
"I know. I remember all those camping trips. Give Zeke a blanket and a rock, and
he's down for the count." Laughing, she wrapped her arms around him, pressed her
cheek to his back. "God, I missed you. I really missed you."
"We -- Mom and Dad and the rest of us -- hoped you'd make it home for
Christmas."
"I couldn't." She stepped back as he turned. "Things got complicated." And she
wouldn't speak of that, wouldn't tell him what had been happening, what had been
done. "But I'll make time soon. I promise."
"You look different, Dee." He touched his big hand to her cheek. "Official.
Settled in. Happy."
"I am happy. I love my work." She lifted her hand to his, pressed down on it. "I
don't know how to explain it to you, to make you understand."
"You don't have to. I can see it." He pulled out a six-pack of juice tubes and
opened the tiny friggie. Understanding wasn't always the answer. He knew that.
Accepting was. "I feel bad about pulling you away from your job."
"Don't. I haven't had any personal time in ..." She shook her head as she
stuffed boxes and bags onto shelves. "Hell, who remembers? Dallas wouldn't have
green-lighted it if we'd been jammed."
"I liked her. She's strong, with dark places. But she's not hard."
"You're right." Head angled, Peabody turned back to him. "And what did Mom tell
you about peeking at auras without consent?"
He flushed a little, grinned around it. "She's responsible for you. I didn't
look that close, and I like to know who's looking out for my big sister."
"Your big sister's doing a pretty good job of looking out for herself. Why don't
you unpack?"
"That'll take me about two minutes."
"Which is about twice the time it'll take me to give you the grand tour." She
took his arm and led him across the living space into the bedroom.
"This is about it." A bed, a table, and lamp, a single window. The bed was made
-- that was habit and training. There was a book on the nightstand. She'd never
understood why anyone could choose to curl up with a palm unit and disc. But the
fact that it was a grisly murder mystery made her wince when Zeke flipped it
over.
"Busman's holiday?"
"I guess."
"You always did like this kind of stuff." He set the book back down. "It comes
down to good and evil, doesn't it, Dee? And good's supposed to win when it's
over."
"That's the way it works for me."
"Yeah, but what's evil there for in the first place?"
She might have sighed, thinking of all she'd seen, what she'd done, but she kept
her gaze level on his. "Nobody's got the answer to that, but you've got to know
it's there and deal with it. That's what I do, Zeke."
He nodded, studied her face. He knew it was different from the routine she'd had