She wondered why things always took longer than you wanted them to take, unless you wanted them to take a lot longer—then they didn’t take nearly long enough. Time sucked.
She woke to the scent of coffee, and wondered if that was how mornings in heaven smelled.
She was debating calling the lab and pushing for her tattoo when Peabody poked her head in. We got—Hey, doughnuts. You’ll get yours. What have we got? Marc Tuluz. Want him in here or the lounge? Here’...
She thought she loved him. What do you have in your pocket?He smiled, drew out the gray button that had fallen off her very ugly suit the first day they’d met.See? She couldn’t say why that stupid but...
She thinks you married me for power, he said as they walked on. Renee. As that’s what she would’ve done. The power and the money is one in the same to her.She’s wrong. I married you for the sex. He gr...
She strode away, steeling both her heart and her belly against the hurt. It wasn’t just the body, she thought, that could shatter. And it wasn’t only fists and pipes and bats that could shatter it.
She smiled at him, very sweetly. What is it about asking you Catholic questions that gets you all jumpy? You’d be jumpy, too, if I asked you things that make you feel the hot breath of hell at your ba...
She shifted her grip on him so her arms linked around his neck. I love you. And kissed him, soft, slow, deep. I love you. I love you. I’m just going to keep saying it, she told him as she pressed her...
She sat, and when he joined her, she laid a hand over his. I feel confident and streamlined. I woke up that way because you were with me last night, because you loved me. And because you were sitting...
She sat down, grinned—and made her lip throb again. I love you.Excellent news. You can prove it with lots of sex.We had sex a few hours ago.
She pushed herself up, swayed, and might have tumbled if Feeney hadn’t gripped her arm. Head rush. I’m okay, just a little queasy. Lowell’s in there, secured. You need to haul his ass in. Your collar....
She let her body go limp, moaned, and combed her fingers through his hair, ran them over his shoulders. Your jacket, she murmured and tugged at it. When he shifted to shrug free, she had him.It was a...
She leaned down until they were eye to eye. His wife loved him. That’s no bullshit. I love you. That’s no bullshit. If I found out you were screwing around on me, could I off you? He inclined his head...
She had an insult waiting for Summerset, who she knew would comment about her being home early. She’d say it was Mortician’s Day, and she’d taken off in his honor.Quick and to the point.
She drew in a shuddering breath. I love you. And let it out. God. The emotion that swept through him was like a summer storm, quick, violent, then clean. Swamped with it, he rested his brow on hers. Y...
She doesn’t like you, McNab.I knoooow. I find that really attractive in a woman.
She didn't know how seriously to take the fact that he claimed to be in love with her. Love meant different things to different people. It had never been a part of her life. She poured herself a half...
She decided working security at the SkyMall ranked high on her list of worst ten jobs, right up there with shark tank cleaners—somebody had to do it—and proctologists.
Roarke cares very much for Beth and for me, and a few select others. But loves? I'm not sure he'd let himself risk quite that unstable an emotion.
Replicating human beings in a lab, selecting traits, eliminating others. Who decides what are the parameters? What of the failures, as there must be in any sort of experimentation of procedures.