Visions in Death - J.D. Robb

"We can't think about this anymore. We'll go mad if we do. We have to think about something else." He stabbed the cigarette out. "Entirely."
She drew one long, shaky breath. "You're right. I've got work."
"Murder. Much better. Let me help. I beg you."


Oh, god! *chortle* Roarke's and Eve's chat about delivery is just hilarious.