Diana Palmer Quote
What happened to you? she asked.Bullets hurt, he said. It missed the artificial arm by two inches, damn the marksman. I hate people who can’t shoot straight.How many this time? she asked with a smile.Just one, he said. In the shoulder. It’s much better now. He shook his head. I’m getting too old for this. I’ve got so many broken bones that I can’t move fast enough anymore.She smiled wider. Someday you’ll find a woman who’s worth giving up the danger for. The smile faded. You’re like Tate. He loves his work. He probably lives on adrenaline. Funny. I never understood that before. Now suddenly everything is clear. I was living on pipe dreams.He sighed. It was more than his heritage that kept him away from you, he said. I knew, but I couldn’t explain it to you. Work like ours demands sacrifice. Any loved one can become a hostage. Any relationship can take away the edge we need when we’re under fire. A man with something to lose isn’t a man to send on a potential suicide mission. Take your mind off the objective for one minute, and you’re dead.
What happened to you? she asked.Bullets hurt, he said. It missed the artificial arm by two inches, damn the marksman. I hate people who can’t shoot straight.How many this time? she asked with a smile.Just one, he said. In the shoulder. It’s much better now. He shook his head. I’m getting too old for this. I’ve got so many broken bones that I can’t move fast enough anymore.She smiled wider. Someday you’ll find a woman who’s worth giving up the danger for. The smile faded. You’re like Tate. He loves his work. He probably lives on adrenaline. Funny. I never understood that before. Now suddenly everything is clear. I was living on pipe dreams.He sighed. It was more than his heritage that kept him away from you, he said. I knew, but I couldn’t explain it to you. Work like ours demands sacrifice. Any loved one can become a hostage. Any relationship can take away the edge we need when we’re under fire. A man with something to lose isn’t a man to send on a potential suicide mission. Take your mind off the objective for one minute, and you’re dead.