J.D. Robb Quote

He loves me. Roarke, I mean. He loves me.Oh, so very much.Nobody did before. Before Mavis, she just wouldn’t give up and leave me alone. And Feeney. But he’d feel weird saying the whole love thing, so . . . She mimed zipping fingers over her lips.But Roarke doesn’t feel weird about it. He’s full of it, the love, I mean. And when he loves me, things that never worked in me did—do. It was easier when they didn’t work, but it’s better when they do. You know?I do. You should rest now.Want to finish, give my report. Is my face messed up? I hate when that happens. Not like I’m pretty or anything, but—You’re the most beautiful woman ever born, Roarke said from the doorway, and Eve sent him a woozy, drugged smile.See, told ya he’s full of it.

J.D. Robb

He loves me. Roarke, I mean. He loves me.Oh, so very much.Nobody did before. Before Mavis, she just wouldn’t give up and leave me alone. And Feeney. But he’d feel weird saying the whole love thing, so . . . She mimed zipping fingers over her lips.But Roarke doesn’t feel weird about it. He’s full of it, the love, I mean. And when he loves me, things that never worked in me did—do. It was easier when they didn’t work, but it’s better when they do. You know?I do. You should rest now.Want to finish, give my report. Is my face messed up? I hate when that happens. Not like I’m pretty or anything, but—You’re the most beautiful woman ever born, Roarke said from the doorway, and Eve sent him a woozy, drugged smile.See, told ya he’s full of it.

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Nora Roberts (born Eleanor Marie Robertson on October 10, 1950) is an American author of over 225 romance novels. She writes as J. D. Robb, Jill March, and (in the U.K.) Sarah Hardesty.