Eve woke, violently aroused. It was Roarke’s hands on her. She knew their texture, their rhythm. Her heart tripped against her ribs, then bounded into her throat as his mouth covered hers. His was gre...
Eve found a street slot—small miracle—and decided it was worth a two and a half block hike in the snow. She imagined some cheery optimist would call the wind bracing. She hated cheery optimists. She
Eve (to Roarke): Whatever happened to me back in Dallas, I came out of it. I'm standing here because of it. Maybe I have everything that matters to me, including you, because of it. If that's true, I'...
Easy enough. I was thinking in the neighborhood of five million. She swallowed—hard—the spaghetti she’d wound around her fork. I don’t have that big a bucket, or spend much time in that neighborhood....
Don’t you swat away my concerns like they’re gnats around your ears. He got to his feet as well. Don’t you dare make light of them, Eve, or what it is to me to sit and wait.
Don’t make threats unless you intend to follow through.
Do little pink fairies sing and dance in your world, Peabody?Sometimes, when it's very quiet and no one else can see.
Didn't you have some big deal last night? Peabody asked her.Yeah, in East Washington. Roarke had this dinner / dance thing for some fancy charity. Save the moles or something. Enough food to feed ever...
Criminal activity does have its appeal. Otherwise there wouldn’t be so many criminals.
Cops and food, she thought. Put them in the same room, invite chaos.
Christ, she missed him outrageously. Disgusted with herself, she ducked her head under the spray and let it pound on her brain.When hands slipped around her waist, then slid up to cup her breasts, she...
Chip Robbins, how many times have I told you not to yell out for me unless you're being stabbed with a pitchfork?
Can't change what was, she said with a shrug. So you deal with what is
But where do you go to get away from what’s always there?
But that was personal. No one, absolutely no one comes into our home and speaks to you that way.
But old habits die hard.
But it happened to us. At first you ask why—why did this happen to us? Then you realize, and try to accept, there is no why. Lori leaned her head to Ira’s shoulder. An evil person does evil things. Th...
But he knows me better than I figured. He knows she matters to me. And he’ll count on that messing you up. You gonna let it?
At least this time, with this murder, she knew he had an alibi. At the time Cicely Towers was having her throat slashed, Roarke had been fucking the hell out of the investigating officer.
At least I’m not asking you to go to six o’clock Mass with me in the morning. Darling Eve, to get me to do that the amount and variety of the sexual favors required are so many and myriad even my imag...