You have to trust or you're only living half a life.
You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Life would be awfully dull if we could look back without regretting at least one affair.
You have a point, but love can also cause you to see things as you prefer to see them, as you want them to be.
You expecting sabotage? You don’t expect sabotage. That’s why it’s sabotage.
You do keep busy. Idle hands are the devil’s workshop. Why? They’re idle when you’re sleeping—does he set up shop then? Are we all supposed to stay awake using our hands so the devil doesn’t make stuf...
You didn't make lieutenant without wading through, and learning to cut through, the usual crap.
Winning can be addictive, Mira agreed. So can murder.
Why? He tilted his head. That’s a tricky one. Could it be your serenity, your quiet manner, your flawless fashion sense? It did his heart good to see her quick, amused grin. No, I must be thinking of...
When he came to fear and detest you, it was worse. He ordered three hits on you that I know of. Roarke continued to stroll. There were five, actually. Why didn’t you ever retaliate? I don’t need the b...
When Eve started to climb in, Roarke took her hand and tumbled her into his lap. Hey. Mortified, she jabbed with her elbow. I love to fluster her when she’s on duty, Roarke said, wrestling Eve back on...
Weren't they a pair? Roarke thought, two veteran cops who've waded through blood and madness. But put a bit of sex on the table between them, and they're as fidgety as virgins at an orgy.
There she was. Roarke stood in the office doorway, took a few enjoyable minutes to just watch her. She had such a sense of purpose, such a sense of focus on that purpose. It had appealed to him from t...
Then we'd better stop her. Coating the hammering fear with calming ice, Roarke worked precisely. I'm not losing my wife today. I need more shagging light here.
The vices of authority are chiefly four: delays, corruption, roughness and facility. Francis Bacon More
She used her master to gain access to the dumpy three-story walk-up, ignored the rickety elevator, and took the stairs to the top floor.
She took a small device out of her bag, slipped it into her pocket.Micro recorder? Roarke clucked his tongue. I believe that's illegal. Not to mention rude.I don't know what you're talking about.And u...
She stuffed in more waffles, and thought if every day started off with sex and waffles, people would maybe be less inclined to kill each other.
She stepped inside, into warmth and white marble veined with gray, into the strangely spicy scent of whatever the masses of bold flowers cast off from their silver urn on the central table.
She started to pull at the chain, but he closed his hands over hers. It doesn’t go with my suit. Eve, a gift is not supposed to make the blood drain out of your cheeks. Suddenly exasperated, he gave h...
Roarke made some notations on the fax—a