In Death 02 - Glory in Death

pickings were slim, and she didn't have enough of an appetite to order in.
    Determined to relax, she tried out the virtual reality goggles Mavis had given her for Christmas. Because Mavis had used them last, they were set for Nightclub, at full volume. After a hurried adjustment and a great deal of swearing, Eve programmed Tropics, Beach.
    She could feel the grit of hot, white sand under her bare feet, the punch of the sun on her skin, the soft, ocean breeze. It was lovely to stand in the gentle surf, watch the swoop of gulls, and sip from an icy drink that carried the zing of rum and fruit.
    There were hands on her bare shoulders, rubbing. Sighing, she leaned back into them, felt the firm length of male against her back. Far out on the blue sea a white ship sailed toward the horizon.
    It was easy to turn into the arms that waited for her, to lift her mouth to the mouth she wanted. And to lie on the hot sand with the body that fit so perfectly with hers.
    The excitement was as sweet as the peace. The rhythm as old as the waves that lapped over her skin. She let herself be taken, shivered as the needs built toward fulfillment. His breath was on her face, his body linked with her when she groaned out his name.
    Roarke.
    Furious with herself, Eve tore off the goggles and heaved them aside. He had no right to intrude, even here, inside her head. No right to bring her pain and pleasure when all she wanted was privacy.
    Oh, he knew what he was doing, she thought as she sprang up to pace. He knew exactly what he was doing. And they were going to settle it, once and for all.
    She slammed the apartment door behind her. It didn't occur to her until she was speeding through his gates that he might not be alone.
    The idea of that was so infuriating, so devastating, that she took the stone steps two at a time, hit the door with a fresh burst of violent energy.
    Summerset was waiting for her. "Lieutenant, it's one twenty in the morning."
    "I know what time it is." She bared her teeth when he stepped in front of her to block the staircase. "Let's understand each other, pal. I hate you, you hate me. The difference is I've got a badge. Now get the hell out of my way or I'll haul your bony ass in for obstructing an officer. "
    Dignity coated him like silk. "Do I take that to mean you're here, at this hour, in an official capacity, Lieutenant?"
    "Take it any way you want. Where is he?"
    "If you'll state your business, I'll be happy to determine Roarke's current whereabouts and see if he's available to you."
    Out of patience, Eve jammed an elbow in his gut and skirted his wheezing form. "I'll find him myself," she stated as she bounded up the stairs.
    He wasn't in bed, alone or otherwise. She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that, or what she would have done if she'd found him twined around some blonde. Refusing to think about it, she turned on her heel and marched away toward his office, with Summerset hot on her trail.
    "I intend to file a complaint."
    "File away," she shot back over her shoulder.
    "You have no right to intrude on private property, in the middle of the night. You will not disturb Roarke." He slapped a hand on the door as she reached it. "I will not allow it."
    To Eve's surprise, he was out of breath and red-faced. His eyes were all but jittering in their sockets. It was, she decided, more emotion than she'd believed him capable of.
    "This really puts your jocks in a twist, doesn't it?" Before he could prevent it, she hit the mechanism and the door slid open.
    He made a grab for her, and Roarke, who turned from his study of the city, had the curious surprise of watching them grapple.
    "Put a hand on me again, you tight-assed son of a bitch, and I'll deck you." She lifted a fist to demonstrate. "The satisfaction would be worth my badge."
    "Summerset," Roarke said mildly. "I believe she means it. Leave us alone."
    "She's exceeded her authority -- "
    "Leave us alone," Roarke repeated. "I'll deal with this."
    "As you wish." Summerset jerked his starched jacket back into place and strode out -- with only the slightest of limps.
    "If you want to keep me out," Eve snapped on her march toward the desk, "you're going to have to do better than that flat-assed guard dog."
    Roarke merely folded his hands on the desktop. "If I'd wanted to keep you out, you would no longer be cleared through gate security." Deliberately, he flicked a glance at his watch. "It's a bit late for official interviews."
    "I'm tired of people telling