Where’s the hooch—for Dickhead?”“Fourth-floor gift room.”She stared at him for ten silent seconds. “We have a gift room?”On a half laugh, he shook his head. “One day, darling Eve, you really should go through the entire house. East wing, fourth-floor tower.”“Okay.” Since she wasn’t completely sure where that was, she walked to the elevator.

Can I borrow fifty bucks?”“What?”“I’m short until payday.”“You’re short every day.

Well, stop it or . . . Crap, is that Drunk Santa currently mooning passing traffic?”“Wow, that’s some ugly ass he’s got there. It is Drunk Santa. Oh, please, do we have to stop? Think of the smell. Fear it.”“We can’t leave that ugly ass hanging out on Ninth Avenue.” Resigned, Eve started to pull over, then spotted two hustling beat cops. Pitying them, she kept going.“It’s a Christmas miracle,” Peabody said, reverently.

But you're smarter than even he thinks he is." She paused, thought that through. "If you get me"."Aren't we full of compliments tonight? I'll have to bang you against the wall more often.

Officer down. Officer down.""I'm an officer now, am I? That's insult to injury.

You’re arrogant, domineering, egotistical, and disdainful of the law.”He lifted one amused brow. “And your point would be?

Please, Eve, these public displays of affection must stop. I have a reputation.”“Keep it up, ace, and I’ll give you a public display of affection that’ll have you limping for a week.”“Now I'm excited.

Maybe they're out doing the tango and drinking tequila shots." He sent Eve a grin. "As we will be when we reach their age. After which we'll come home and have mad sex.""For God's sake. This is on the record.""Yes, I know." He stepped off with her on Var's floor. "I wanted those future plans to be official as well.

EVE: I have work to do.ROARKE: I know but it can wait. I have something to show you.EVE: In the bedroom? She looks Roarke up and down. I've seen it. It's nice I might take time to play with it later.ROARKE: You're to good to me.