“I — ” As Eve's arms were immediately loaded with bouncing, gooing baby, the protest ended on a strangled gulp.
“Got some weight to you these days,” Eve managed, then scanned the crowd for a sucker to pass the load to. Bella squealed, sending Eve's heart rate soaring, then grabbed a fistful of Eve's hair, tugged with surprising force.
And planted a wet, openmouthed kiss on Eve's cheek. “Slooch!” said Bella.
“What does that mean? Oh God.”
“Smooch,” Mavis called out, gesturing with a frothy pink drink. “She wants you to kiss her back.”
“Man. Okay, fine.” Gingerly, Eve pecked her lips at Bella's cheek.
Obviously pleased, Bella let out a laugh so like Mavis's, Eve grinned. “Okay, kid, let's go find someone else for you to slooch.”
Two
Nobody ate like cops. Priests didn't do half bad, Eve observed, and doctors held their own, she decided as Louise, Morris, and Mira chowed down on burgers. But against a horde of cops, a ravaging pack of hyenas would fall short.
Maybe it was all the missed meals, the clichéd donut grabbed on the fly. But when cops sat down to free food, they did so with single-minded focus.
“This is nice.” Nadine stepped over, tapped her wineglass to Eve's beer bottle. “A nice day, a nice group, a nice chance to just relax and hang. Which is why I'm waiting until Monday to nag you into coming on Now to discuss the Dudley-Moriarity murders.”
“It's wrapped.”
“I know it's wrapped — I have my sources. If I hadn't been out of town doing publicity for the book, I'd have been in your face before this.”
Nadine smiled. She wore her sun-streaked hair longer and looser and had chosen a sleeveless, floating tank over pants cropped short to show off an ankle chain — but the camera-ready reporter was still in there.