“Don’t say that. Don’t think that. Don’t put that out there.”
“To Nadine,” he said. She huffed, but clinked.
“Okay, but that’s it. One’s enough. No more.”
“Well, we’ll wait and see, won’t we?”
The Icove Agenda took five Oscars, including best screenplay, best director, best cinematography, best actress, and the big guns. Best picture.
A little shell-shocked, Eve dragged herself into bed.
“It’ll never end now. Never end.”
On a laugh, Roarke snuggled her in, kissed the back of her neck. “There, there.”
“Bite me,” she muttered.
She closed her eyes and, consoling herself that the job would keep her too busy to worry about it, willed herself to sleep.