“A cop? You married a bloody cop?"
"I married a bloody criminal," Eve muttered, "but nobody ever thinks of that.”
“I want you to take note, Commander, that turning in my badge would be like cutting off my arm. But if it comes down to a choice between the job and my marriage, then I lose the arm.”
“You had no right. No right to stand in front of me.” He turned back now, his eyes vividly blue with temper that had gone from frigid to blaze. “No fucking right to risk yourself on my behalf”
“Oh really. Is that so?” She stalked forward until they were toe to toe. “Okay, you tell me. You keep looking me dead in the eye and you tell me you wouldn’t have done the same if it was me in jeopardy.”
“That’s entirely different.”
“Why?” Her chin came up and her finger jabbed hard into his chest. “Because you have a penis?”
“An eye for an eye.”
“That's a revenge thing, right? From some play.”
“The Bible, darling. The Lord of all plays.”
“She doesn’t like you, McNab.
“I knoooow. I find that really attractive in a woman.”
“She was singed, bleeding, bruised, and furiously alive.”
“he wouldn't mention, now or then, the illegal nine-millimeter automatic he had in his pocket. Why distress the woman you loved with minor details?”
“You’re arrogant, domineering, egotistical, and disdainful of the law.”
He lifted one amused brow. “And your point would be?”
“That’s a ‘Fuck Me’ car and you know it.” ~ Dallas
“Well, yeah. Maybe. But it’s got to be fast.” ~ Peabody”
“Please, Eve, these public displays of affection must stop. I have a reputation.”
“Keep it up, ace, and I’ll give you a public display of affection that’ll have you limping for a week.”
“Now I'm excited.”
“Any hot plans for the weekend, Peabody?”
“My usual, flicking off men like flies, breaking hearts, crushing souls.”
“[First line]
“The business of murder took time, patience, skill, and a tolerance for the monotonous.”
“Brian's face broke out in a wide grin as he slapped Roarke on the back. "That's a woman, isn't it?"
"Delicate as a rose, my Eve. Fragile and quiet natured." He grinned himself when he heard her curse, loud and vicious. "A voice like a flute."
"And you're sloppy in love with her."
"Pitifully.”
“It’s so difficult for two shy people to manage.”
“People who act like assholes get treated like assholes”
“Religion was a riddle to her. Believe this, and only this, because we say so. If you don’t you’re buying a one-way ticket to everlasting Hell.”
“I figure it doesn’t work that way. It finds you, and it grabs you by the throat and you can’t do a damn thing about it.”
“And you figure because the two of you don't rub smooth she'll let things slide?" Her eyes, colored to match her hair were round and sad. "That's jerk thinking, Sumerset. Dallas'll work till she drops to do right by you, and I figure you know it. If somebody came after you, she'd step between and take the hit, because that's who she is. I figure you know that, too.”
“Organized religion baffled her, made her vaguely uncomfortable. Each had followers who were so sure they were right, that their way was the only way. And throughout history they’d fought wars and shed oceans of blood to prove it.”
“I know what my job is, and I'm damned good at it."
When he snorted she came back down two steps. She came down slowly, her movements deliberate, because her own temper was much too close to the boil. "Good enough to have figured out why you've hated the sight of me since I first walked in that door. Since you understood Roarke had feelings for me. Part A was easy -- a first-year rookie could have snagged onto it. I'm a cop, and that's enough for you to hold me in contempt."
He offered a thin smile. "I've had little reason to admire those in your profession."
"Part B was tougher." She came down another step so that their eyes were level. "I thought I had that figured, too, but I didn't realize that Part B had a couple of stages. Stage one: I'm not one of the glamorous, well-bred stunners that Roarke socialized with. I haven't got the looks or the pedigree or the style to suit you."
He felt a quick tug of shame, but inclined his head. "No, you don't. He could have had anyone, his pick of the cream of society."
"But you didn't want just anyone for him, Summerset. That's stage two, and I just figured that out this morning. You resent me because I'm not Marlena. That's who you wanted for him," she said quietly as the color slipped out of his cheeks. "You hoped he'd find someone who reminded you of her, instead you got stuck with an inferior mode. Tough luck all around.”
“The damn hawker nearly caught the bumper.” More amazed than angry now, Eve shook her head. “A guy in air boots nearly outran a cop ride. What’s the world coming to, Peabody?” Eyes stubbornly shut, Peabody didn’t move a muscle. “I’m sorry, sir, you’re interrupting my praying.”
“Unidentified contact and/or jammed transmissions to police officers are illegal. I'��m obliged to caution you that this transmission is being traced through CompuGuard, and it'��s being recorded."��
"��I'��m aware of that. Since I'��ve just committed what worldly society would consider first-degree murder, I'��m not overly concerned about minor nuisances like electronic violations. I'��ve been blessed by the Lord."
"��Oh yeah?"�� Terrific, she thought, just what she needed.
"I have been called on to do His work, and have washed myself in the blood of His enemy."��
"��Does He have a lot of them? I mean, you'��d think He'��d just, what, smite them down Himself instead of enlisting you to do the dirty work."��”
“dark and deep in her eyes. He’d opened his mouth without any idea what he would”
“uncomfortable. Each had followers who were so sure they were right, that their way was the only way. And throughout history they’d fought wars and shed oceans of blood to prove it.”
“He spun on his heels and jogged backward across the goal line, the ball raised triumphantly overhead, a gesture that looked arrogant when the pros did it on TV but felt right just then, allowing him to watch his teammates as they came charging joyfully down the field to join him. Todd spiked the ball and waited for them, his arms stretched wide, his chest heaving as if he were trying to suck the whole night into his lungs. All he wished was that Sarah had been there to see it, to know him as he’d known himself streaking down the wide-open field, not some jock hero scoring the winning touchdown, but a grown man experiencing an improbable moment of grace.”
“Let me tell you, Alex. He's a crook. He's based here in Miami. He's a nasty piece of work."
"He's mexican" Troy added.”
“He who aims too high will get a sore neck”
“Everything’s not always black and white, Princess. Sometimes we have to do shit because there’s not another choice. Maybe you should think about that before you snub your nose at me.”
“Your mission statement says Galer Street is based on global "connectitude." (You people don't just think outside the box, you think outside the dictionary!)”
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