Damn it all to hell and back again, you know very well that was a setup. You bloody well know I couldn't put my hands on her.Yeah, yeah, sure, sure. Eve shrugged off her coat, tossed it aside. I know...
Hold on a minute. She leaned out the window, shouted at the messenger who'd nearly sideswiped her vehicle with his jet-board. Police property, asshole. If I had time I'd hunt you down and use that boa...
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...
Not at the same time—on insomnia.
She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion...
Business crises energize me. Personal crises devastate me. The doctors call it an avoidance tendency. (Mirena to Eve)
Eve: What is it about asking you Catholic questions that gets you all jumpy?Roarke: You'd be jumpy, too, if I asked you things that make you feel the hot breath of hell at your back.Eve: You're not go...
You know what, the jacket’s like the car.
Eve engaged her On Duty sign and stepped out of the car. Immediately her ears were assaulted with a blast of music. Christmas carols pumped, full blast, into the air. She decided that people ran insid...
Say what you said before again. The Irish thing. I want to say it back to you.He smiled. Took her hand. You'll never pronounce it.Yes, I will.Still smiling, he said it slowly, waited for her to fumble...
She broke off a piece of bacon and offered it to the cat who sat staring holes through her.For him, this is makeup sex. That’s all you get, she said when Galahad inhaled the bacon then affectionately...
Are we running hot or something? Peabody demanded. So a person can't take a minute to have a cup of coffee and maybe a small bite to eat, especially when the person got off a full subway stop early to...
I have to say you don't look anything like a policewoman. Maxia's perfect eyebrows arched as she gave Eve's dress a quick scan. Leonardo dresses you, doesn't he?No, I usually do it myself.
The mind, and the unconscious mind in particular, is a canvas. We paint on it constantly. Art and music can add such colors, such style.
I won't say I'm sorry. He lifted his hand, skimmed his fingers over her cheek. I wouldn't mean it. But I will say I love you. I've never meant anything more.He drew her into his arms. She pressed her...
I crossed the line. The line shifts. Now he gave those shoulders a quick, impatient shake. If the law, if justice has no compassion, no fluidity, no humanity, how is it justice?
When his mouth was on hers, when he could feel her about to shatter yet again, he plunged into her, knocking her over the edge with that first rough stroke.And still he thought: More.Even as she shudd...
You know what, Peabody? Justice means a little more to me than a pretty gold star on my record or some fucking captain’s bars. And if you want to go run after lover boy and stroke his ego, no one’s st...
Don’t be a sore loser.’‘It’s hard to argue with a woman when she’s got her knee on my ego.’‘Good. Now I’m going to have my way with you.’‘Are you?’‘Damn right. I won.’ She cocked her head and reached...
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