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just—what is it—down the hall. You know damn well this place isn’t soundproofed.”
    “You’ll just have to be quiet.” He gave her ribs a deliberate tickle that made her jump and yelp. “Or not.”
    “Didn’t I bang you already today, twice this morning?”
    “Darling Eve, you’re a pathetic romantic.” He backed her toward the bed she’d already noted was less than half the size of the one at home.
    “At least turn on the screen or something. For cover noise.”
    He brushed his lips over her cheek, his hand over the taut muscles of her ass. “There’s no screen in here.”
    “No screen?” She nudged him away, scanned the walls. “Seriously? What kind of place is this?”
    “The sort where people use bedrooms for sex and sleep, which is exactly what I have in mind.” To prove it, he tumbled her onto the bed.
    It squeaked.
    “What is that? Did you hear that? Is there a farm animal in here?”
    “I’m fairly certain they keep those outside. It’s the bed.” He tugged her shirt over her head.
    Testing, she lifted her hips, let them fall. “Oh, for God’s sake. We can’t do this on a talking bed. Everybody in the house will know what’s going on in here.”
    Enjoying himself, he nuzzled at her throat. “I believe they already suspect we have sex.”
    “Maybe, but that’s different than having the bed yell out, ‘Whoopee!’”
    Was it any wonder he adored her? he thought.
    Watching her face, he trailed a finger over her breast. “We’ll have quiet, dignified sex.”
    “If sex is dignified it’s not being done right.”
    “There’s a point.” He smiled down at her, cupping her breasts now, laying his lips lightly on hers. “Look at you,” he murmured, “all mine for two more lovely weeks.”
    “Now you’re just trying to soften me up.” And softened, she reached out to comb her fingers through his hair.
    All hers, she thought in turn.
    “It’s good, being here.” She took his shirt by the hem, drew it over his head. Once again laid her palm on the healing wound. “Getting here, we’ll forget all about that. But being here, it’s good.”
    “It’s been an interesting journey altogether.”
    “I wouldn’t have missed a single mile.” She framed his face now, lifted until their lips met. “Even the rocky ones.”
    When he lowered to her, she drew him in, and sighed.
    Eyes closed, she ran her hands over the good, strong muscles of his back, let the shape and scent of him seep into those places inside her that always waited. Always opened, always welcomed.
    She turned her head, found his lips again. Longer, deeper into a drift as easy and sweet as the night air.
    The bed gave another rusty squeak, made her laugh. Then another as she shifted to him. “We should try the floor.”
    “Next time,” he suggested, and made her laugh again. Made her sigh again. Made all those waiting, welcoming places warm.
    And when they curled together, sated and sleepy, she nuzzled in and said, “Whoopee.”
     
     
    S he woke in the gray, shot straight up in bed.
    “What was that? Did you hear that?” Naked, she leaped out of bed to grab the clutch piece she’d left on the little bedside table.
    “There! There it is again! What language is that?”
    From the bed, Roarke shifted. “I believe it’s known as rooster.”
    With the weapon at her side, she stared at him, slack-jawed. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
    “Not a bit. It’s morning, more or less, and that’s a cock signaling the dawn.”
    “A cock?”
    “I’d say. I don’t think Sinead and her man want you to stun their rooster, but I have to say, Lieutenant, you make a fascinating picture.”
    She heaved out a breath, set her weapon down. “Jesus Christ, we may as well be on another planet.” She slid back into bed. “And if your cock gets any ideas about signaling the day, remember I’ve got a weapon.”
    “As charming an idea as that is, I think that’s my wake-up call. Though I’d rather be riding my wife