He looked again. Longer this time. She may have ‘forgotten’ to put a bra on that morning. Another oops. “Are you kidding me with that?” he asked.
You know, if you’re trying to mark your territory, you could’ve just peed on me before I came over here and saved us both a lot of time!
If he’d expected to be pampered and coddled through his undercover assignments, he would have gone to work for the CIA.
Just because we haven’t met Mr. Right doesn’t mean we’re doing anything wrong. And by the way, you’re brilliant and awesome, too. If I were a lesbian, I’d totally settle down with you and make lots of in vitro babies.
I saw you laughing with your friends, and your smile sucked me right in.
Ignore me. I don’t want to talk about my nonexistent love life today.
Despite the fact that she was essentially comatose, she somehow made his whole house feel different just by being there. Before it had been just a house – a very impressive house no doubt, but a house nonetheless. But for some reason, with Taylor there it felt more like a home.
You know, Taylor, I told his manager that your reputation in this firm is that you can go head-to-head with any man. And win.
He liked the way her hand felt in his, liked the simple intimacy of the gesture and the way it said – without the need for words – that they were together.
You came along and changed everything. I don’t want to be some guy you’re fooling around with anymore, Rylann. I want to be with you all the way.
It’s because your subconscious finds my subconscious irresistible.
He maybe, possibly, said that if he got word of anyone getting in your way, they’d find out whether there was any truth to the rumor about him knowing how to kill a man with paper clips.
You’re tough when you need to be, and you can charm the pants off men who have three times your experience. Well, yes. Although I try not to take advantage of that too often. Very awkward negotiating with people who are sitting around in their underwear.
I heard this theory once that love means your subconscious is attracted to someone else’s subconscious.
You are not just a big-picture girl for me, Brooke Parker. You’re the only picture.
Some jobs required a certain level of detachment; a turning off of emotions in order to do the things that needed to be done.
That is nice, Mr. Morgan. Because in response to your tough-guy speech, I, in turn, would’ve had to give you my tough-girl speech, about where, exactly, federal prosecutors who come to my office looking for assistance can stick their obstruction of justice threats.
What can I say? I’m a sucker for the shy, quiet types.
My God, Jack – with a look like that, you two should just get a room. And try not to pick the one with a dead body next to it this time.
It’s a truth universally acknowledged that an FBI special agent in possession of great skill and talent is likely to engage in trash talk every now and then.