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293 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2006
““No. No. No hugs. No hugs. No. Oh, shit,” she muttered as Peabody threw her arms around her and squeezed. “We’re on duty, we’re in public. Let me go or I swear I’ll kick your ass so hard that extra five pounds you’re whining about will end up in Trenton.”
Peabody’s response was incoherent and muffled against Eve’s shoulder. “Get snot on my coat, and I’ll strangle you with that scarf after I kick your ass.”
”“Catnip.” She held the mouse up by the tail in front of Galahad’s face. “Yeah, that’s right,” she said as Galahad reared up on his hind legs and grabbed the mouse with his front claws. “Zeus for cats.”
“And you, a duly designated officer of the law,” Roarke said, “dealing.”
“I’ve got my sources.” While the cat rolled deliriously with his new toy, Eve stuck the antlers in place. “Okay, you look really stupid, so this is only for tonight. We humans have to get our kicks somewhere.”
“Is he trying to eat it,” Roarke wondered, “or make love to it?”
“I don’t want to think that hard about it. But he’s not thinking about cookies anymore.””
"I'm a lousy wife, I get that ... I don't remember to do things - don't know how and don't give a rat's ass about finding out."
"You're not a lousy wife, and I'd be the one to judge that. But you are, Eve, an extremely difficult woman."
"Easy now," Roarke murmered.
"I've got you."
“Nothing ever seems too bad, too hard or too sad when you’ve got a Christmas tree in the living room. All those presents under it, all that anticipation. Just a way of saying there’s always light and hope in the world. And you’re lucky enough to have a family to share it with.”