In Death 07 - Holiday in Death

and painstakingly unfolded the corners on the paper.
    "Drives my family crazy, too," she said with a laugh. "I just can't bear to rip in; then I save the paper and ribbon like a pack rat. I have a closet full of it which I constantly forget to reuse. But..." She trailed off as she opened the lid and found the bottle of scent inside. "Why, it's lovely, Eve. It has my name etched on it."
    "It's this personalized sort of fragrance. You give the guy physical and personality traits, then he creates an individual fragrance."
    "Charlotte," Mira murmured. "I wasn't sure you knew my first name."
    "I guess I heard it somewhere."
    Mira blinked at sentimental tears. "It's wonderfully thoughtful." She set the bottle down and turned to draw Eve into a hug. "Thank you."
    Swamped with warmth, and embarrassment, Eve let herself be held. "I'm glad you like it. I'm pretty new at this kind of thing."
    "You did very well." She drew back, but caught Eve's face in her hands. "I'm so fond of you. Now I need the powder room because another of my Christmas traditions is to weep a little over my gifts. I know where it is," she added, patting Eve's cheeks lightly. "You go dance with your husband and drink a little too much champagne. The world outside will still be there tomorrow."
    "I need to stop him."
    "And you will. But tonight, you need your life. Go find Roarke and take it."

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
    Eve did what the doctor ordered. It wasn't such a bad deal, she decided, getting a little light-headed, swaying in Roarke's arms to some sort of dreamy music in a room filled with color and scent and light.
    "I can live with it," she murmured.
    "Hmm?"
    She smiled as his lips skimmed her ear. "I can live with it," she repeated, drawing back enough to look at his face. "All the Roarke stuff."
    "Well." His hands stroked up her back, then down again. "That's good to know."
    "You got a whole bunch of stuff, Roarke."
    "I do, indeed, have a whole bunch of stuff." And a wife, he thought with an amused glint in his eyes, who was heading toward drunk.
    "Sometimes it's spooky. But not now. Now it's pretty nice." Sighing, she rubbed her cheek against his. "What kind of music is this?"
    "Do you like it?"
    "Yeah, it's sexy."
    "Twentieth century, primarily the nineteen forties. It was called Big Band. That's a hologram of Tommy Dorsey's band doing this little number. 'Moonlight Serenade.' "
    "That's a million years ago."
    "Almost."
    "How do you know all that stuff anyway?"
    "Maybe I was born out of my time."
    She sighed in his arms as the music swelled. "No, you hit your time just right." She tilted her head on his shoulder so she could watch the room. "Everybody looks happy. Feeney's dancing with his wife. Mavis is sitting on Leonardo's lap in the corner over there with Mira and her husband. They're all laughing. McNab's hitting on every woman in the room, and giving Peabody the hairy eyeball while he sucks down your Scotch."
    Idly, Roarke glanced over, lifted a brow. "Trina's got him now. Jesus, she'll eat that boy alive."
    "He doesn't look worried about it." She leaned back again. "It's a nice party."
    The music changed, a quick beat bouncing out. Eve's mouth dropped open. "Holy shit, look at Dickhead. What's he doing?"
    Grinning, Roarke slipped a hand around Eve's waist, turning so they were hip to hip. "I believe it's called jitterbug."
    Stunned, she watched the lab chief tug and pull Nadine Furst around the room, spinning her out, whipping her back. "Yeah, I can see why. I can never get him to move that fast in the lab. Whoa!" Her eyes widened as Dickie shoveled Nadine through his legs. Nadine let out a burst of laughter as her feet hit the floor again, and the crowd roared with approval.
    Eve found herself grinning, leaning companionably against Roarke. "Looks like fun."
    "Want to try it?"
    "Oh no." But she laughed and began to tap her foot. "Watching's just fine."
    "Is that mag or what?" Mavis bounced over, pulling Leonardo after her. "Who'da thought Nadine could move like that? Frigid party, Roarke. It's iced."
    "Thanks. You're looking festive, Mavis."
    "Yeah. We call it my gay apparel." She laughed and did a quick twirl to show off the multicolored panels that fluttered from breast to ankle. The movement parted them, revealing flashes of skin that had been dusted with gold and matched her hair, which fountained out from a wild topknot.
    "Leonardo thought yours should be more refined," she told Eve.
    "No one shows off my designs as well as you and