Cowboy bar in Dry Creek, a place many who lived there considered
Box, lifted the wrapped lid. And nearly blubbered again when she saw the little music box. When
You’re embarrassed. Her brow cleared in surprise and amusement. You’re never embarrassed. By anything. This is weird. And kind of sweet. I’m not embarrassed. Mortified, he decided, but not embarrassed...
You’re Eve Dallas. You’re the love of my life. My heart and soul. You’re a cop, mind and bone. You’re a woman of strength and resilience. Stubborn, hardheaded, occasionally mean as a badger, and more...
You're the love of my life. I don't care how corny that sounds. You're the start of it, and the end of it. And you're the best of it.
You're aunt's just--what is it--down the hall. You know damn well this place isn't soundproofed.You'll just have to be quiet. He gave her ribs a deliberate tickle that made her jump and yelp. Or not.D...
You have to trust or you're only living half a life.
You have to be naked with somebody for more than two hours for them to qualify as an ex. It’s a law.
You had no right. No right to stand in front of me. He turned back now, his eyes vividly blue with temper that had gone from frigid to blaze. No fucking right to risk yourself on my behalfOh really. I...
Why aren't you tired? Why don't you have to have a protein shake?Because I had a decent lunch and a little tea with biscuits a couple hours ago.I was chasing a killer a couple hours ago.Maybe if you'd...
When she brought Mira up, Eve gave Roarke another glance. Don't talk to him, she warned. He can get bitchy when he's in this deep. I don't know if we have any of that tea stuff.I had it stocked, and I...
When it’s my turn, don’t do this. Recycle the parts, burn the rest.
Whatever our DNA, it's living and being that makes us. We have to love, I think - as forthy as that sounds - we have to love to be fully alive, fully human.
What other thing, Eve?I love you. Sometimes it makes my stomach hurt, but I kind of like it. Tired now, come to bed. Love you.
What do you mean SOS? Same old shit, Dickie. It’s always SOS with you.
Well now, this must be love. You sharing the biscuits. They’re cookies. Biscuits are hot bread you smother in butter or gravy. Remember which side of the Atlantic you’re on, ace.
We have a Homicide, and a Code Five in number Eighteen-oh-three.
Was there anything more astounding or more frightening to a man, he wondered, than a strong woman in tears?
Vicious women are so attractive. Did you say you had a couple of hours?
Time doesn’t heal, whatever they say. It’s how we use the time that can heal.