In the meantime, as it's one of Nora Roberts' "In Death" books (and thus awesome) here's a fun exchange between Homicide Detective Eve Dallas and her husband regarding her best friend's baby shower the following day:
"Okay, okay." She rolled her eyes. "I can handle it. But it stinks, if you ask me, really stinks, that you get to go out somewhere drinking beer while I'm stuck at Baby Central. Just because you have a penis."
"We'll think fondly of you over beer, me and my penis."
She ate a little more, then smiled slowly. "You've still got to be in the birthing room when she pushes it out."
"Shut up, Eve."
"Your penis won't save you then, pal."
He picked up a breadstick, broke it in half to offer her a share. "And are you playing games tomorrow? Will there be prizes?"
She winced at his perfect delivery of the perfect stinger. "Okay, I'll shut up. Want to talk about murder?"
"Please."
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