J.D. Robb discussion

I’m at the point where I’m rereading my favorites but I read them so fast and consecutively except the standouts some of them have blurred and I can’t remember which book is which in my head.

In one of the books Roarke and Eve have a fight and I think she sleeps in her office to avoid him and he gets pissed at her the next day for not coming to bed. That’s all I got. Please help me oh great ones!

This thread has come up twice Elle :)

I deleted the duplicate.

Elle wrote: "I’m at the point where I’m rereading my favorites but I read them so fast and consecutively except the standouts some of them have blurred and I can’t remember which book is which in my head.

In o..."

I recall the scene but not the book!

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Elle, I believe it is Vengeance in Death

Vengeance ID, Ch. 7 … Roarke kept thinking about the door she'd closed between them the night before. The ease with which she'd done so, and the finality of the act. He didn't know if he would be able to remain calm for long. She'd left her office door open. Galahad had made himself at home on a pile of paperwork on the desk. He twitched his tail in greeting, and his bicolored eyes gleamed with unmistakable glee. Roarke could almost hear the feline thoughts. Come on in, get started. I've been waiting for the show. … "You're arrogant, domineering, egotistical, and disdainful of the law." He lifted one amused brow. "And your point would be?" She couldn't form a word. What came out was something between a growl and a scream. The sound of it had Galahad leaping from the top of the desk and curling under it. "Well said," Roarke commented and decided to have another whiskey. "I married a cop," he said half to himself and drank. "Because I loved her, wanted her, needed her. And to my surprise, I admired her. She fascinates me." He lifted his gaze to hers, held it there. "I'm telling you not to lock the door." She gave a bad-tempered shrug. "I knew it would piss you off." "Mission accomplished.'' She felt his arms come around her, and moved in. Then his mouth was on hers and the kiss was rough and hot. He would know that was the tone she needed, that she needed his hands on her, hard, impatient. And the promises he murmured as he tugged her shirt aside were for both of them. She reached for him. "I'm not neurotic," she managed to say. He laughed first, delighted with her, delirious for her. "Of course not."

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