Cops and food, she thought. Put them in the same room, invite chaos.
Oh, come on. People see ghosts all the time.” “That’s because people, by and large, are whacked.
Peabody only smiled. Guilt was the best tool, she knew. She’d learned that one at her mother’s knee.
The man missed nothing. It was almost spooky.
It’s lunacy out there. Christmas makes people insane. And that bit about goodwill toward men? It sure as hell doesn’t apply to retail.
To have birthed and bred her, beaten and raped her all for selling her to other scum. What god made such creatures as that and set them to prey on innocents?
She wished she had candy, but she hadn’t settled on a new hiding place to thwart the nefarious Candy Thief.
Likely both. If you’re going to bust them, I’ll wait.” “Only take a minute.” She stepped to the curb, shouted over the dented hood of an ancient Mini, “Hey!” And waved her badge in the air. Both bulky dealer and skinny junkie pounded sidewalk in opposite directions.
Parenthood always has its individual structure. And it’s a risky business. You do your best.
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.
How can I love you and not be afraid? You’re my life, Eve, my heart. You’re asking, you’re wondering if I ever worry, if I ever fear, that one day Peabody or Feeney, your commander – a cop who’s become a friend – will knock on my door? Of course I do.
He did something he rarely did. He touched her. Just a pat of his hand over the back of hers. But it was, Eve realized, a kind of intimacy. An affectionate contact between comrades, and more personal than any act the victim had ever exchanged with a client.
Do you remember the first time we made love?” He touched his lips to hers as he said it. “We rode up in the elevator like this and couldn’t keep our hands off each other, couldn’t get to each other quick enough. I was mad for you. I wanted you more than I wanted to keep breathing. I still do.” He deepened the kiss as the elevator doors opened. “It’s never going to change.
It’s more than you think it can be,” she heard herself say. “It changes everything, and fixes everything that matters. Maybe you’re never going to be the same, and maybe part of you is always afraid of what will happen if... but he’s always going to be there. All you have to do is reach out, and he’s going to be there.
Her feet were killing her. And it made her imagine traveling back in time, hunting down whoever had invented stiletto heels, and beating the crap out of him.
Time doesn’t heal, whatever they say. It’s how we use the time that can heal.
Fate rules. You follow the steps and you plan and you work. Then fate slips in laughing and makes fools of us. Sometimes we can trick it or out guess it but most often its already written. For some its written in blood. That doesn’t mean we stop, but it does mean we can’t comfort ourselves with blame. It’s easier to take the blame than to admit there was nothing you could do to stop whatever happened.
I like your style, Lieutenant Dallas,” he said when they’d fought their way to the car. “I like it a lot. And by the way, I don’t think I’m in love with you anymore. I know I am.“-Roarke.
I don’t like the idea of you shivering unless I cause it. Stay warm.
Roarke had to deal with her moods. It was in the marriage rules.