I’m tired of every time I have a moment with you, you put murder between us.There is murder between us.No. If anything, that’s what brought us here. Is that the problem? You can’t shed Lieutenant Dall...
I’m late, she snapped before Summerset could speak. But here’s the thing, I’m not always late, but you’re always ugly. Who’s got the real problem?
It’s too easy to become discouraged when no one values your skills and your efforts.
It’s a mistake to be too much one of your own as they’ll never see you as fully in charge.
It’s Nerd World, Peabody said. Or Geek Galaxy. I can’t decide which because it’s full of nerds and geeks. It’s Nerd World in the Geek Galaxy.
It must be really rough, forced to put on a beautiful dress, stick some diamonds or whatever all over you and choke down champagne and lobster croquettes beside the most beautiful man ever born, on or...
If it matters too much, it can grind you down until you’re nothing. I’ve been nothing. I can’t be nothing ever again. Who
I'm sorry. It's Hard for me. I do love you, she said quietly. Sometimes it scares me because you're the first. And the onlyHe held her there until he was sure he could speak, then eased her back, look...
I was just wishing for you, he said. And here you are.Must be your lucky day, Ace.Eve. He lifted a hand, not quite steady, skimmed his fingers along her jaw. Eve, he said again, and his arms were arou...
I married a cop. I told you not to. Now he laughed, and kissed her again where her brow had furrowed. And would I listen? I’m damn good at being married to a cop.
I love you. His eyes met hers briefly, and it was there. The simplicity of it. The enormity of it.
I don't mind being a suspect when the corpse is a shit-for-brains fuckwit, but if I'd killed her it would've been bloody and loud. And I'd have enjoyed it too much to keep it to myself.
I can’t let her stand trial. Her head lolled; she snapped it back. I have to find . . . I need to go . . . She couldn’t even lift her weighted arm to her head. Damn it, Roarke, damn it, that was a tra...
How white is an Irishman's ass? Eve wondered out loud.You should know, darling.
How do you know that? You couldn't have finished the book. I skipped to the end.You... He closed his eyes as he drank more wine. Some things are unforgiveable.--Roarke, Dallas, Roarke
How do people know that stuff? Why do people know that stuff? Science, Peabody said. You can’t live without it.
Hotter than a fuck in hell.
Homicide: Our day starts when yours ends. Permanently. You should sew that on a pillow. I’m thinking a T-shirt.
He’s enthusiastic, Eve commented. Yeah, but if you’re not excited about your work, life’s crap.
He’d walked into her life, and everything had changed. He’d found her; she’d found him—and all those dark places inside both of them had gotten a little smaller, a little brighter.