Naked in Death (In Death #1)(17)

“There’s nothing regular about you,” Eve disagreed. She came back in, comfortable in jeans and a NYPSD sweatshirt.

“True. Got any of that wine I brought over last time?”

“Most of the second bottle.” Because it sounded like the best idea she’d had all day, Eve detoured into the kitchen to pour it. “So, are you still seeing the dentist?”

“Nope.” Idly, Mavis wandered to the entertainment unit and programmed in music. “It was getting too intense. I didn’t mind him falling in love with my teeth, but he decided to go for the whole package. He wanted to get married.”

“The bastard.”

“You can’t trust anybody,” Mavis agreed. “How’s the law and order business?”

“It’s a little intense right now.” She glanced up from the wine she was pouring when the buzzer sounded. “That can’t be dinner already.” Even as she said it, she heard Mavis clipping cheerfully toward the door in her five-inch spikes. “Check the security screen,” she said quickly and was halfway to the door herself when Mavis pulled it open.

She had one moment to curse, another to reach for the weapon she wasn’t wearing. Then Mavis’s quick, flirtatious laugh had her adrenaline draining again.

Eve recognized the uniform of the delivery company, saw nothing but embarrassed pleasure in the young, fresh face of the boy who handed the package to Mavis.

“I just love presents,” Mavis said with a flutter of her silver-tipped lashes as the boy backed away, blushing. “Don’t you come with it?”

“Leave the kid alone.” With a shake of her head, Eve took the package from Mavis and closed the door again.

“They’re so cute at that age.” She blew a kiss at the security screen before turning to Eve. “What are you so nervous about, Dallas?”

“The case I’m working on has me jumpy, I guess.” She eyed the gold foil and elaborate bow on the package she held with more suspicion than pleasure. “I don’t know who’d be sending me anything.”

“There’s a card,” Mavis pointed out dryly. “You could always read it. There might be a clue.”

“Now look who’s cute.” Eve tugged the card out of its gold envelope.

Roarke

As she read over Eve’s shoulder, Mavis let out a low whistle. “Not the Roarke! The incredibly wealthy, fabulous to look at, sexily mysterious Roarke who owns approximately twenty-eight percent of the world, and its satellites?”

All Eve felt was irritation. “He’s the only one I know.”

“You know him.” Mavis rolled her green shadowed eyes. “Dallas, I’ve underestimated you unforgivably. Tell me everything. How, when, why? Did you sleep with him? Tell me you slept with him, then give me every tiny detail.”

“We’ve had a secret, passionate affair for the last three years, during which time I bore him a son who’s being raised on the far side of the moon by Buddhist monks.” Brows knit, Eve shook the box. “Get a grip, Mavis. It has to do with a case, and,” she added before Mavis could open her mouth, “it’s confidential.”

Mavis didn’t bother to roll her eyes again. When Eve said confidential, no amount of cajoling, pleading or whining could budge her an inch. “Okay, but you can tell me if he looks as good in person as he does in pictures.”

“Better,” Eve muttered.

“Jesus, really?” Mavis moaned and let herself fall onto the sofa. “I think I just had an orgasm.”

“You ought to know.” Eve set the package down, scowled at it. “And how did he know where I live? You can’t pluck a cop’s address out of the directory file. How did he know?” she repeated quietly. “And what’s he up to?”

“For God’s sake, Dallas, open it. He probably took a shine to you. Some men find the cool, disinterested, and understated attractive. Makes them think you’re deep. I bet it’s diamonds,” Mavis said, pouncing on the box as her patience snapped. “A necklace. A diamond necklace. Maybe rubies. You’d look sensational in rubies.”

She ripped ruthlessly through the pricey paper, tossed aside the lid of the box, and plunged her hand through the gold-edged tissue. “What the hell is this?”

But Eve had already scented it, already — despite herself — begun to smile. “It’s coffee,” she murmured, unaware of the way her voice softened as she reached for the simple brown bag Mavis held.

“Coffee.” Illusions shattered, Mavis stared. “The man’s got more money than God, and he sends you a bag of coffee?”

“Real coffee.”

“Oh, well then.” In disgust, Mavis waved a hand. “I don’t care what the damn stuff costs a pound, Dallas. A woman wants glitter.”

Eve brought the bag to her face and sniffed deep. “Not this woman. The son of a bitch knew just how to get to me.” She sighed. “In more ways than one.”

Eve treated herself to one precious cup the next morning. Even her temperamental AutoChef hadn’t been able to spoil the dark, rich flavor. She drove to the station, with her faulty heater, under sleeting skies, in a wild chill that came in just under five degrees, with a smile on her face.

It was still there when she walked into her office and found Feeney waiting for her.