26. EVE
Eve straightened her suit, took off her glasses, blew on them, and then wiped them with a handkerchief. Carefully placing them back on her nose, she glanced over to Rand. He never really turned into a ball of nerves, not in any visible way, although he had been more disheveled-looking than usual since Zakira’s death. She hardly ever felt bad for him, since he was normally such a puffed-up ass, but this was one of those rare occasions.
She took him by the neck and straightened his tie. He looked into her eyes as she did so, and behind the puppy dog sadness she saw those baby blues that had charmed half a thousand investors and programmers (and her once, too.)
“You ready to win this thing?” she asked.
“You already won it,” Rand said, “you already won it for me. I didn’t do
