Divided in Death
Chapter One
lieutenant eve dallas, one of new york's top cops, sprawled naked with the blood beating in her ears and her heart
pounding like an airjack. She managed to wheeze in a breath, then gave it up.
Who needed air when the system was revving from the aftermath of truly spectacular sex?
Beneath her, her husband lay warm and hard and still. The only movement was the knock of his heart against hers. Until
he lifted one of those amazing hands and cruised it along her spine, from nape to butt.
"You want me to move," she mumbled, "you're out of luck."
"I'd say my luck's in."
She smiled in the dark. She loved hearing his voice, the way Ireland shimmered through it. "Pretty good welcome home,
especially since you were gone less than forty-eight hours."
"It certainly put a nice cap on a short trip to Florence."
"I didn't ask, did you stop off in Ireland to see your-" She hesitated just a beat. It was still so odd to think of
Roarke with family. "Your family?"
"I did, yes. Had a nice few hours." He continued to stroke that hand, up and down, up and down her back so that her
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