J.D. Robb Quote
My Christmas present? That’s nice. But I’m not really in the mood to—Open the goddamn thing or I’ll kill you where you stand.Sir! Opening it. She ripped the paper, stuffed it hurriedly in her pocket, and pulled off the lid. It’s a key code.That’s right. It’s to the ground transpo that’ll be at the airport over in that foreign country. Air transpo’s been arranged, for two, on one of Roarke’s private shuttles. Round trip. Merry fricking Christmas. Do what you want with it.I—you—one of the shuttles? Free? Peabody’s cheeks went pink as a summer rose. And—and—and—a vehicle when we get there? It’s so… It’s so seriously mag.Great. Can we go now?
J.D. Robb
My Christmas present? That’s nice. But I’m not really in the mood to—Open the goddamn thing or I’ll kill you where you stand.Sir! Opening it. She ripped the paper, stuffed it hurriedly in her pocket, and pulled off the lid. It’s a key code.That’s right. It’s to the ground transpo that’ll be at the airport over in that foreign country. Air transpo’s been arranged, for two, on one of Roarke’s private shuttles. Round trip. Merry fricking Christmas. Do what you want with it.I—you—one of the shuttles? Free? Peabody’s cheeks went pink as a summer rose. And—and—and—a vehicle when we get there? It’s so… It’s so seriously mag.Great. Can we go now?
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About J.D. Robb
Nora Roberts (born Eleanor Marie Robertson on October 10, 1950) is an American author of over 225 novels, known for romance published under her own name. She also writes police procedurals which have elements of science fiction under the name J. D. Robb, and has published as Jill March and (in the U.K.) Sarah Hardesty.