Is a series of promises. When she’d realized that—marriage equaled promises—she hadn’t feared it. As much. Maybe you can’t keep them all. The whole till-death-do-us-part business. Maybe you can’t keep...
Grandeur. chapter seventeen Harrison Tibble was a thirty-five-year vet on the police force.
You’ve played the games. You’re a competitive soul. What’s the point of playing if winning isn’t the goal?
You'll stay in the surveillance vehicle and assist McNab. Any arguments from you, Detective? she said, looking at McNab.No. No, sir, Lieutenant. He patted Peabody on the back. You okay, honey?No honey...
You will be expected to obey orders, or this appointment can and will be terminated. Again, at the discretion of the primary. We run this by the book.I've always wondered. How many pages are in that b...
You think they've killed before?I'd bet your ass on itWhy my ass? Eyes slitted, Peabody jabbed a finger in the air. Because it's bigger? Because it has more padding? That's hitting below the belt.Your...
You think I don’t know, that I don’t understand what that cost you. But you’re wrong. She couldn’t keep her voice steady, gave up trying. You’re wrong, Roarke. I do know. There’s no one else in the wo...
You sleep here? I don’t intend to sleep tonight. He interrupted her gawking by pulling her up the two stairs to the platform and tumbling her onto the bed. I have to check in by oh seven hundred. Shut...
You never had sex in a car. Yes, I have. You get ideas at least half the time whenever we’re in the back of one of your limos. Not the same at all. That’s a grown-up venue, a limo is. It’s sophisticat...
You love them. The fives and twenties and the profit margins, overheads, the trading fees and tax-free fuckwhats. I love little more than a tax-free fuckwhat. How does anybody keep track of money anyw...
You know, I'm really trying to cut down on this stuff. But... Peabody ripped into the pack of cookies. Thing is, weird, McNab doesn't think I'm chubby. And when a guy sees you naked, he knows where th...
You know how I love being referred to as your fancy piece. Sometimes you’re my love muffin. He managed a strangled laugh. She could, at the oddest times, surprise him.
You go into marriage, you plow a road. You’re going to hit rough patches, and some may be rougher and last longer than others, but you’ve got choices to make. You work to smooth them out, you hold unt...
You go in, I go in.Listen---He took her face in his hands.You go, I go. That's non-negotiable. If we're to get blasted to hell or poisoned into lunatics, we do it together.Crap, Crap. You have to look...
You changed my life, she said again. At least part of it. I'm beginning to see it's the best part of it. I want you to know that. I want you to remember that when we get back and things settle into ro...
Yeah. They used to bang, and people tend to blab after a bang.I’ll be sure to guard my tongue.It’s usually tired from all the work during the bang, she pointed out, and made him laugh.True enough.
Yeah, okay, that’s how I was leaning. I thought about Oberon, how she ran her department, all those cops—and used her handpicked to run her dirty cop sideline.
Why? Eve leaned forward. Sincerely, I’ve always wanted to know why anyone buys multiple pairs of shoes at a time.If I have to explain it, the joy is lost.
Why do sheep need a station? Are they catching trains? Where are they going? Why do they have to go there?
Who’s a girl?You’re mine. His hands glided down her back, around and up to her breasts. You’re my girl.Sap, she said, but in a little sigh as she gave him her lips again.She’d never been anybody’s gir...