“You, pal, would be a challenge in the box. I’ve got to respect that.”
She ordered him up some kibble, added a salmon chaser. And when he pounced on it, took the coffee with her to shower.
No point in thinking about it, she told herself as she let the jets pummel and steam. She’d take the first steps, then the next until it was done. Case closed, move on.
When she came out again, Galahad—bowl empty—sat washing himself industriously.
She walked into the closet, stopped herself as she reached carelessly for the closest jacket at hand. She glanced back, reminded herself the cat couldn’t help her here. Besides, she wasn’t an idiot. Though she’d never buy that what she wore mattered in the day-to-day of cop work, today … Image, perception, presentation? It wouldn’t hurt to keep those things in mind regarding breaking Knightly.
Normally she avoided red for the job as it struck her as too female, too deliberately bold. But that might be exactly what the day called for.
She mulled over the section of red jackets, their various hues and tints, until she annoyed herself, so grabbed one at random.
Not bright so much as strong, she decided, and the fact it would hit just below her waist added another subtle point. Unbuttoned, it would show part of her weapon harness.
Because her mind wanted to swim when she scanned trousers, she grabbed a pair of straight-legged, simple pants out of the gray section.
She opted for a sweater rather than a shirt—easier movement, in case she got a chance to … or, rather, was required to physically restrain Knightly.
She dressed, grabbed boots the same shade as the pants as it seemed easiest, and considered the most aggravating portion of her day complete.
She stepped back into the room as Roarke walked in.
“Good morning. I’d hoped you’d sleep longer.”
“Long enough. What?” Her brow furrowed as he studied her. “Are you going to tell me there’s something wrong with this?” She waved her hands down her body.
“Quite the opposite, Lieutenant. I was just thinking you look strong, capable, and in charge.”
“Good. I am.”
He crossed to her, lifted her chin. “Then why do your eyes look sad?”
“Not sad, just working things out. What time did you get up to lord over the known universe?”
“A bit before five. I had a brief ’link conference.” He lifted her chin a little higher, kissed her. “Did you dream after all?”
“Not bad ones.” He saw too much of her, she thought, and evaded by shifting away to gather her things from a table. Restraints, ’link, comm, badge, loose credits.
“Is that all you have?”
“Of what?”
“Money.”
Annoyance rising, she shrugged. “I just need to go by the machine, pull some out. I’ll hit an AutoBank when I get to Central.”
He took a money clip out of his pocket, pulled off several bills. “Take it. It’ll save you time.” When she made no move to do so, he felt his own annoyance rising. “Christ Jesus, if it troubles you so much, you can pay me back. You’ve more important things to do and think about today than stopping by an AB.”
She took it, stuffed the bills in her pocket. “You’re right. Thanks.” But she said it stiffly.
“Would you feel better if you signed an IOU? Perhaps I should charge you interest.”
“I said you were right.” When he only lifted an eyebrow, she fumed. “I didn’t pay for anything I’m wearing.”
Now he angled his head. “I don’t believe I bought those restraints, your weapon, your ’link.”
“Goddamn it, you know what I mean.”
“I do, just as I know you hate to shop for clothes. For anything, actually, while I enjoy it.”
She started to snarl back at him, hissed out a breath instead. “I’m looking for a fight.” Cursing herself, she pressed her fingers to her eyes, dropped them. “I can’t explain it.”
“All right. Should we have one now,” he said, very pleasantly, “or schedule it for later?”
“It’s not you and me. I’m just using you and me so I don’t have to think about everything else. I want it done, I want it over. I want to close this door.”
“This door opened so hard on the heels of the last investigation. It’s hardly a wonder you’re scraped raw.”
“Yeah. Time to hope for a nice, straight murder. Greedy bastard shoves business partner out the window. Brother stabs brother over the last bag of soy chips. Spouse bludgeons spouse over sidepiece. You know, the fun stuff.”