In Death 31 - Indulgence in Death

thanks. Is that really coffee?”
    “It is, yes. Roarke had it sent, special, the sort you like particularly. I remembered you’ve a fondness for it.”
    “It’s more a desperate need.”
    “I need a strong cup of tea in the morning before I’m human.” Sinead handed Eve a thick brown mug. She wore trim oatmeal-colored pants and a bright blue shirt with the sleeves cuffed at the elbows. Some sort of hinged pin scooped her hair back from her face and fastened it at the back of her head.
    “Have a seat, get the gears moving.”
    “Thanks. Really.”
    “The men are off looking at machinery, so you can have a peaceful breakfast. Roarke said you’d go for a full Irish.”
    “Ah . . .”
    “What we’ll call a civilized portion,” Sinead said with a quick grin. “Not the heaps the men manage to consume.”
    “I’m really fine with coffee. You don’t have to bother.”
    “I’d like to bother. It pleases me. Meats already done so I’ve got it warming. It won’t take but a minute or two to cook up the rest. It’s nice to have company in the kitchen,” she added as she turned back to the stove.
    Odd, Eve thought, very odd to sit down and actually watch somebody cook. She imagined Summerset, Roarke’s majordomo, did a lot of it as he stocked the AutoChefs.
    But hanging out in the kitchen, especially with Summerset, was on her list of top-ten nightmares.
    “I hear the cock woke you up.”
    Eve choked on her coffee. “What?”
    “Not that kind of cock.” Sinead sent a sparkling look over her shoulder. “Though if that’s true as well, good for you. I meant the rooster.”
    “Oh, right. Yeah. It does that every morning?”
    “Fair or foul, though I’m too used to it to hear him go off most days.” She broke eggs into the skillet. “It would be like traffic noises to you, I suppose. Just part of the world you live in.”
    She glanced back again as food sizzled. “I’m so glad you’re staying another night, and we’ve got such a fine, bright day shining on your gift to Roarke. I thought I’d take you over there a bit early, so you could have a look before Seamus brings him.”
    “The pictures you sent gave me the gist, but it’d be good to see it first-hand. I appreciate all you did there, Sinead.”
    “It means the world to me and mine. It’s more than a grand anniversary gift, Eve. Much, much more.”
    She took a plate out of the oven, added the eggs, fried potatoes, a small half tomato. “And here’s brown bread fresh this morning,” she said, putting the plate and a crock of butter in front of Eve, then taking a cloth off a half round of bread.
    “Smells great.”
    With a smile, Sinead topped off Eve’s coffee, then brought a mug of tea to the table. Waited while Eve sampled.
    “Tastes even better, and I’ve gotten spoiled when it comes to breakfast.”
    “That’s grand then. I like feeding people, tending to them. I like thinking I’ve a talent for it.”
    “I’d say you do.”
    “We should all be lucky enough to do what we like, and what we’ve a talent for. Your work gives you that.”
    “Yeah.”
    “I can’t imagine doing what you do any more than I think you can imagine my life here. Yet here we are, sitting together at the kitchen table sharing the morning. Fate’s an odd thing, and in this case a generous one. I have to thank you for coming this way, spending these precious days of your holiday with us.”
    “I’m eating a really good breakfast and drinking terrific coffee. It’s not exactly a sacrifice.”
    Sinead reached across the table, touched Eve’s hand briefly. “You have power over a powerful man. His love for you gives you the power, though I suspect there are times the two of you fight like cats.”
    “More than a few.”
    “He’s here now, likely driving a tractor around a field instead of lounging on some brilliant terrace in some exotic place, and drinking champagne for breakfast because you wanted it for him. Because you know he needs this connection, and needs just as much for you to share it with him.”
    “You gave him something he didn’t know he wanted or needed. If you hadn’t, we wouldn’t be sitting together at the kitchen table sharing the morning.”
    “I miss my sister every day.”
    She looked away for a moment. “Twins,” she murmured. “It’s a bond more intimate than I can explain. Now, with Roarke, I have a part of her I never thought to claim, and I stand as his mother now. He has my heart, as I know he has