And that, she thought as he left her, summed up the miracle of her life. She had a home with him, and he’d be there.
Okay.” Mavis nodded decisively. “Then you tear it down. You don’t take no for an answer. You nag and you pick and you stick until it pops out of him. Whatever it is. Girls are good at this, Dallas.” “I’m not good at being a girl.” “Sure you are. You’re your own kind of girl. Think of it as kicking his ass until he cracks.
The huge cat, Galahad, was draped over the back of Eve’s sleep chair like a drunk over a bar at last call. Since he’d spent several hours the night before attacking boxes, fighting with ribbon, and murdering discarded wrapping paper, she left him where he was so he could sleep it off.
Gossip needn’t be false to be evil – there’s a lot of truth that shouldn’t be passed around. – Frank A. Clark.
Yeah, probably. Homicide: Our day starts when yours ends. Permanently.” “You should sew that on a pillow.
As always when she saw the kind and dreamy eyes of Dennis Mira, her heart gave a little tug. Just something about him, she thought, with his cardigans and mussed hair, bemused smile.
Idols always fall, Eve.
If we do, I want to be the bad cop.” “You’re a lousy bad cop, Feeney. Face it.” He gave her a mournful look. “I outrank you, Dallas.” “I’m primary, and I’m better at bad cop. Live with it.” “I always have to be the good cop,” he muttered as they stepped into a well-lighted hallway with more marble, more gilt.
Two lost souls. He’d once called them that. She wondered if they’d stopped being lost when they’d found each other.
But, Christ on a tricycle, Roarke, this is going to be a pain in my ass.
He wore command as he wore his suit – a good fit with clean lines.
I read this article about how what you wear under your clothes is all about what makes you feel empowered and in control. It’s the Under You.
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?
Nature, nurture, both matter, both form us. But at some point, at so many points, the choices we make, the paths we take, they define us.
Alone, Roarke took the gray fabric button from his pocket, the one he’d found on the floor of his limo. The one that had fallen from the jacket of that drab gray suit she’d worn the first time he’d seen her. Studying it, knowing he had no intention of giving it back to her, he felt like a fool.
They are not to be scarfed, the cinnamon sticky bun, but savored.
Whatever came before, whatever comes after, I know what love is because of you.” He took her free hand. “Whatever came before, whatever comes after, it’s you who’ve shown me love changes everything. Lifts everything. Gives everything.
I speak sarcasm fluently.
It was hardly a wonder that it had been her, essentially from the first minute he’d seen her. That it would be her until his last breath. And very likely well beyond that.
But a book? You go into it. There’s no visual or auditory other than what forms in your own mind. You visualize the characters, the scene, through the words. You, as reader, interpret the tone of voice, the colors, the movement as you physically turn the pages.