Immortal in Death (In Death #3)(75)

“They hit each other?”

“More than love taps, according to my source. Jerry retired to her dressing room. She has the star’s dressing room now, by the way, and Justin left in a huff and with a puffy eye. A few hours later, he was in Maui, partying with another blonde. Also a model. A younger model.”

“What were they fighting about?”

“No one’s sure. Sex is thought to have reared its ugly head. She accused him of cheating on her, he did the same. She wasn’t going to stand for it. Neither was he. She didn’t need him anymore, he didn’t need her right back.”

“That’s interesting, Nadine, but it doesn’t mean anything.” But the timing, Eve thought. Oh, the timing.

“Maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t. But it’s funny, people in the public eye like that, both of them media personalities losing it in front of an audience. I’d have to say they were pretty wired up or putting on a hell of a show.”

“Like I said, it’s interesting.” Eve pulled up at the security gates of Channel 75. “This is your stop.”

“You could take me to the door.”

“Take a tram, Nadine.”

“Listen, you know you’re going to look into what I just told you, so how about matching some data. Dallas, you and I have a history here.”

That was true enough. “Nadine, things are balanced on a very thin line right now. I can’t afford to tip it.”

“I won’t go on air with anything until you give me the go ahead.”

Eve hesitated, then shook her head. “I can’t. Mavis is too important to me. Until she’s in the clear, solid, I can’t risk it.”

“Is she heading toward the clear? Come on, Dallas.”

“Off the record, the prosecutor’s office is reconsidering the charges. But they’re not dropping them, not yet.”

“Have you got another suspect? Redford? Is he your new prime?”

“Don’t push me on this, Nadine. You’re almost a friend.”

“Hell. Let’s do this. If anything I’ve told you, or pass on later regarding this adds to your case, you pay back.”

“I’ll feed you, Nadine, as soon as it’s cleared.”

“I want a one-on-one with you, ten minutes before any info hits the media.”

Eve leaned over, opened Nadine’s door. “See you.”

“Five minutes. Goddamn it, Dallas. Five lousy minutes.” Which meant, Eve knew, hundreds of ratings points and thousands of dollars.

“I can do five — if and when. I can’t promise you more.”

“It’ll be when.” Satisfied, Nadine got out, then leaned on the door. “You know, Dallas, you just don’t miss. It’ll be when. You’ve got a knack for the dead and the innocent.”

The dead and the innocent, Eve thought with a shudder as she drove away. She knew that too many of the dead were the guilty.

There was moonlight drizzling through the sky window over the bed when Roarke shifted away from Eve. It was a new experience for him, the nerves before, during, after lovemaking. There were dozens of reasons, or so he told himself as she curled against him, as was her habit. The house was full of people. Leonardo’s motley team had taken over an entire wing with their mania. He had several projects and deals at varying stages of development, business he was determined to close before the wedding.

There was the wedding itself. Surely a man was entitled to be a bit distracted at such a time.

But he was, at least with himself, a brutally honest man. There was only one reason for the nerves. That was the image that continually leapt into his mind of Eve, battered and bloodied and broken.

And the terror that by touching her he might bring it all back, turn something beautiful into the beastly.

Beside him she stirred, then pushed herself up to look down at him. Her face was still flushed, her eyes dark. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to you.”

He trailed a finger along her jaw. “About?”

“I’m not fragile. There’s no reason for you to treat me as if I’m wounded.”

His brows drew together, the annoyance self-directed. He hadn’t realized he was that transparent, even with her. And the sensation didn’t sit well. “I don’t know what you mean.” He started to get up, with the idea of pouring a drink he didn’t want, but she took a firm grip on his arm.

“Avoidance isn’t your usual style, Roarke.” It worried her. “If your feelings have changed because of what I did, what I remembered — “

“Don’t be insulting.” He snapped it out, and the temper kindling in his eyes was a great relief to her.

“What am I supposed to think? This is the first time you’ve touched me since that night. It was more like nursing than — “

“You have a problem with tenderness?”

He was clever, she thought. Calm or aroused, he knew how to turn things to his own favor. She kept her hand on his arm, her eyes level with his. “Do you think I can’t tell you’re holding back? I don’t want you to hold back. I’m fine.”

“I’m not.” He jerked his arm free. “I’m not. Some of us are a little more human, need a little more time. Leave it alone.”