"Robb, J D - In Death 10 - Loyalty in Death (1)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robb J D)

he was in three glorious dimensions.
Indeed, he was dressed in black and white, the collar of his soft white shirt
casually unbuttoned. At the end of long legs clad in dark trousers, his feet
were bare. Why, she wondered, she should find that so ripely sexy, she couldn't
say.
Still, it was his face that always drew her, that glorious face of an angel
leaping into hell with the light of sin in his vivid blue eyes and a smile
curving the poetic mouth. Sleek black hair framed it, falling nearly to his
shoulders. A temptation for any woman's fingers and fists.
It hit her now, as it often did, that she'd started falling for him the moment
she'd seen that face. On her computer screen in her office, during a murder
investigation. When he'd been on her short list of suspects.
A year ago, she realized. Only a year ago, when their lives had collided. And
irrevocably changed.
Now, though she'd made no sound, came no closer, he turned his head. His eyes
met hers. And he smiled. Her heart did the long, slow roll in her chest that
continued to baffle and embarrass her.
"Hello, Lieutenant." He held out a hand in welcome.
She crossed to him, let their fingers link. "Hi. What are you watching?"
"Dark Victory. Bette Davis. She goes blind and dies in the end."
"Well, that sucks."
"But she does it so courageously." He gave her hand a little tug and urged her
down on the sofa with him.
When she stretched out, when her body curved easily, naturally against his, he
smiled. It had taken a great deal of time and a great deal of trust between them
to persuade her to relax this way. To accept him and what he needed to give her.
His cop, he thought as he toyed with her hair, with her dark corners and
terrifying courage. His wife, with her nerves and her needs.
He shifted slightly, content when she settled her head on his shoulder.
Since she'd gone that far, Eve decided it would be a pretty good idea to pull
off her boots and to take a sip from his glass of wine. "How come you're
watching an old video like this if you already know how it ends?"
"It's the getting there that counts. Did you have dinner?"
She made a negative sound, passed him back his wine. "I'll get something in a
bit. I got hung up on a case that came in right before end of shift. Woman
screwed a guy to the wall with his own drill."
Roarke swallowed wine, hard. "Literally, or metaphorically?"
She chuckled a little, enjoying the wine as they passed the glass back and
forth. "Literally. Branson 8000."
"Ouch."
"You betcha."
"How do you know it was a woman?"
"Because after she pinned him to the wall, she called it in, then waited for us.
They were lovers, he was playing around, so she drilled a two-foot steel rod
through his cheating heart."
"Well, that'll teach him." Ireland cruised through his voice like whiskey and
had her tilting her head to look up at him.
"She went for the heart. Me, I'd've screwed it through his balls. More to the
point, don't you think?"
"Darling Eve, you're a very direct woman." He lowered his head to touch his lips