Part 2 (2/2)
”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. I t'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. I f 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. ”I t'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 yours. I want us to be friends, you and I . I want to think that you'll come back now and then, or we'll come to you. That this connection will only grow stronger, truer-and that what there is between you and mewon't only be because of the man we both love.”
Eve said nothing for a moment as she tried to order her thoughts. ”A lot of people would have blamed him.”
”He was a baby.”
Eve shook her head. ”In my world people blame, hurt, maim, kill for all kinds of illogical reasons. His father murdered your sister. Patrick Roarke used her, abused her, betrayed her, and finally killed her-took her from you. And some would twist that into looking at Roarke as the only thing left from that loss, even the reason for the loss. When he learned what had happened, when he found out about his mother after a lifetime of believing a lie, he came to you. You didn't turn him away, you didn't blame him or punish him. You brought him into your home, and you gave him comfort when he needed it.
”I don't make friends easily. I 'm not very good at it. But for that reason alone you'd be mine, so between us I guess we've got the elements for friends.h.i.+p.”
”He's lucky to have you.”
Eve shoveled in more eggs. ”d.a.m.n right.”
Sinead held her mug in both hands as she laughed. ”She'd have liked you. Siobhan.”
”Really?”
”She would, yes. She liked the bright and the bold.” s.h.i.+fting, Sinead leaned forward. ”Now tell me, while it's just us two, all the nasty details of this last murder you solved. The sorts they don't talk about in the media.”
Shortly before noon, Eve stood in the little park, hands on hips, studying the equipment. She didn't know d.i.c.k-all about kids' playgrounds, but this looked like a pretty good one. Surrounding the stuff they'd swing on, climb on, tunnel through, and whatever the h.e.l.l kids did, ran pretty rivers of flowers, young, green trees.
A cherry tree, a young version of the one Sinead had planted at her farm in memory of her sister, stood graceful and sweet near a little pavilion.
Benches sat here and there where she imagined parents could take a load off while kids ran wild.
A pretty stone fountain gurgled near a pint-sized house complete with scaled-down furniture on a covered porch. Nearby ranged what Sinead called a football pitch, some bleachers, a kind of hut for serving snacks, a larger building where players could suit up.
Paths wound here and there, though some went nowhere for the moment. Work wasn't quite done, but she had to give Sinead and the family major credit for what had been accomplished already.
”I t completely rocks.”
Sinead let out a long breath. ”I was so nervous it wouldn't be all you wanted.”
”I t's more than I could've thought of or done.” She stepped closer to the swings, stopped, looked down as she pumped her boot in the spongy ground.
”I t's safety material. Children fall and tumble, and it protects them.”
”Excellent. I t looks ... fun,” Eve decided. ”I t's pretty and nicely designed, but mostly it looks like fun.”
”We brought some of our young ones out to test it, and I can promise you that's what they had.”
The steady breeze ruffled the hair Sinead had unclipped as she-hands on hips-turned a circle. ”The village is full of talk about it. I t's a lovely thing altogether. Just a lovely thing.”
”I f he doesn't like it, I 'll kick his a.s.s.”
”I 'll hold your coat. Ah well now, here they come.” Sinead lifted her chin as she spotted the truck. ”I 'm going to take my group off a ways so you can give Roarke his gift in private.”
”Appreciate it.”
She wasn't comfortable with gifts-giving or receiving-most of the time anyway. And in this case she was a little nervous she'd taken on too much. What had seemed like a good idea at the time-the past November during Sinead's visit-had become more complicated and complex, and she worried maybe not altogether appropriate.
Presents, anniversaries, family-limited experience all around.
She watched him walking toward her, long and lanky in jeans and boots, a faded blue s.h.i.+rt rolled up to his elbows, the thick black silk of his hair pulled back in work mode. Two years married, she thought, and he could still make her heart hum.
”So, giving it all up for farming?” she called out.
”I think not, though I did have fun at it for a few hours. They've horses.” He stopped, leaned down to kiss her when he reached her. ”You could try a ride.” He skimmed a fingertip down the dent in her chin when she gave him a bland stare. ”You might enjoy it, more than that recent holo-ride into battle.”
She remembered the speed and power of the hologram horse, and thought she actually might. But she had a different agenda for the moment.
”They're bigger than cows, but don't look as weird.”
”There's that.” He glanced around, and her nerves started to jingle. ”Are you after another picnic? I t's a perfect place for it.”
”You like it?”
”I t's charming.” He took her hand, and she caught the scent of the field on him. The green of it. ”Want a push on the swing?”
”Maybe.”
”Neither of us got much of that, did we, when we were children?” With her hand in his he began to walk. ”I didn't realize there was a park here. A nice spot, near enough to the village, and just out enough to make it an adventure. The trees are young, so I suppose it's new, and still being done,”
he added, noting the digging equipment and tarped supplies.
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