f430625
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"I want to see you again." He stopped, took her face in his hands. "I need to see you again." Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. "Roarke, what's going on here?" "Lieutenant." He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. "indications are we're having a romance."
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
ffa2afa
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"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."
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romance
love
in-death
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
ebdd417
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"What a woman you are," he murmured, and she heard the emotion in it, the way the Irish thickened just a bit in his voice. And saw it in those vivid eyes when he drew back. "That you would think of this. That you would do this." He shook his head, kissed her. Like the breath, long and quiet. "I can't thank you enough. There isn't enough thanks. I can't say what this means to me, even to you. I don't have the words for it." He took her hands, brought them both to his lips. " . You stagger me." He framed her face now, touched his lips to her brow. "You're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul."
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romance
love
in-death-series
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
c37d30a
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"Today," she told it, "death comes to all your circuits. Will it be slow and systematic or fast and brutal?" Considering, she circled it, "Tough decision. I've waited so long for this moment. Dreamed of it." Showing her teeth, she began to roll up her sleeves. "What," Roarke asked from the doorway that connected their work areas, "is that?" "The former bane of my existence. The Antichrist of technology. Do we have a hammer?" Studying the pile on the floor, he walked in. "Several, I imagine, of various types." "I want all of them. Tiny little hammers, big, wallbangers, and everything in between." "Might one ask why?" "I'm going to beat this thing apart, byte by byte, until there's nothing left but dust from the last trembling chip." "Hmmm." Roarke crouched down, examined the pitifully out-of-date system. "When did you haul this mess in here?" "Just now. I had it in the car. Maybe I should use acid, just stand here and watch it hiss and dissolve. That could be good." Saying nothing, Roarke took a small case out of his pocket, opened it, and chose a slim tool. With a few deft moves, he had the housing open. "Hey! Hey! What're you doing?" "I haven't seen anything like this in a decade. Fascinating. Look at this corrosion. Christ, this is a SOC chip system. And it's cross-wired." When he began to fiddle, she rushed over and slapped at his hands. "Mine. I get to kill it." "Get a grip on yourself," he said absently and delved deeper into the guts. "I'll take this into research." "No. Uh-uh. I have to bust it apart. What if it breeds?"
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eve-dallas
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
84a7be3
|
"You know, lieutenant, you wear your weapon the way other women wear pearls." "It's not a fashion accessory."
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naked
naked-in-death
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
541ef13
|
"He stepped to her again, laid his lips on her brow. "But I want children with you, my lovely Eve. One day." "One day being far, far in the future. Like, I don't know, say a decade when...Hold on. Children is plural." He eased back, grinned. "Why, so it is--nothing slips by my canny cop." "You really think if I ever actually let you plant something in me--they're like aliens in there, growing little hands and feet." She shuddered. "Creepy. If I ever did that, popped a kid out--which I think is probably as pleasant a process as having your eyeballs pierced by burning, poisonous sticks, I'd say, 'Whoopee, let's do this again?' Have you recently suffered head trauma?" "Not to my knowledge." "Could be coming. Any second."
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eve-dallas
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
c378f81
|
"What's your status?" she asked him. "Healthy, wealthy, and wise. What's yours?" "Ha. Mean, crafty, and rude."
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mean-crafty-and-rude
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
513d899
|
"She stepped forward as if to pick up the fur she'd tossed over a chair. Smoothly, she turned to hand it to him. And with perfect timing, flung herself into his arms. The sable fell as he took her shoulders to shove her back. Eve stepped to the doorway to see Magdelana with her arms locked around Roarke's neck, his hands on her bare shoulders--one of the ivory straps sliding to her elbow. "Son of a bitch," she said. On cue, Magdelana spun around, her face full of passion and shock. "Oh, God. Oh...it's not what it looks like." "Bet." Eve strode in. Actually, Roarke thought, it was more of a swagger. He had a moment to admire it, before Eve rammed her fist in his face. "Fuck me." His head snapped back, and he tasted blood. Magdelana cried out, but even the deaf would have caught the suppressed laughter in the sound. "Roarke! Oh, my God, you're . Please, let me just--" "Don't look now," Eve said cheerfully. "But he's not the only one." She decked Magdelana with a straight-armed jab. "Bitch," Eve added as Magdelana's eyes rolled back and she fell, unconscious, to the floor. Roarke looked down. "Well, now, fuck us all."
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
2d80403
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... If you tried to touch my woman she'd break your dick off like a twig then stick it up your arse.
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eve-dallas
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
40dd509
|
"I'm just full of surprises." Watching her, he waved the wrapped bar from side to side. "You can have the candy if you sit on my lap." That sounds like something perverted old men say to young, stupid girls."
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eve-dallas
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
9afb278
|
"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?"
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
f35f8bd
|
"You have heard the expression 'love is blind'" "I think it's bullshit. Lust dazzles, sure, at least for the short term. But love clears the vision. You see better, sharper, because you feel more that you did before"
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in-death
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
05adbb7
|
"She would be a sparkling accent on his arm. She speaks flawless French and Italian, and has a limitless supply of charm when she wishes to dispense it. And'd she'll use him. She'll take, take more. If it was necessary, or if she simply had the whim, she'd toss him to the wolves to see who'd win." He finished the whiskey. "You, Lieutenant, are often crude, you are certainly rude, and have very little sense of how to be the wife--in public--of a man in Roarke's position. And you would do anything, no matter what the personal risk, to keep him from harm. She will never love him. You will never do anything but."
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love
summerset
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
cb61eb1
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"Damn it all to hell and back again, you know very well that was a setup. You bloody well know I couldn't put my hands on her." "Yeah, yeah, sure, sure." Eve shrugged off her coat, tossed it aside. "I know a setup when I see it, and I know your face, ace. I didn't see desire on it, I saw annoyance." "Is that so? Is that bloody well so? Well, if you knew it was just what it was, why did you sucker punch me?" "Mostly?" She turned, cocked a hip. "Because you're a man." Eyes narrowed on her face, he tried to stanch the blood with the back of his hand. "And do you have any sort of idea just how often I might expect your fist in my goddamn face because of my bleeding DNA?"
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eve-dallas
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
b739a84
|
"Every minute with you, Darling Eve, is a minute to treasure." She slid a glance toward him as she uncoded the seal. "You really do want sex." "I'm still breathing, so that would be yes."
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eve-dallas
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
dfa71a2
|
"What about your crepe?" "Stuff It." "She's crazy about you," Mavis commented. "It's almost embarrassing, the way she fawns."
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fawns
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
ad62ddd
|
"Eve, we're going to be married in a few days." The jittering started again, big time. "Yeah." "If he keeps looking at you like that, I'm going to have to hurt him."
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hurt-him
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
836346d
|
"Do you think you're walking out on me, on your life, because you defended yourself against a monster?" "I killed my father." "You killed a fucking monster. You were a child. Are you going to stand there, look me in the face, and tell me that child was to blame?" She opened her mouth, closed it. "It's not a matter of how I see it, Roarke. The law--" "The law should have protected you!" With visions dancing evilly in his head, he snapped. He could all but hear the tight wire of control break. "Goddamn the law. What good did it do either one of us when we needed it most? You want to chuck your badge because the law's too fucking weak to care for it's innocents, for it's children, be my guest. Throw your career away. But you're not getting rid of me."
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the-law
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
6563a38
|
"Summerset, don't you ever sleep?" "It's Lieutenant Dallas. She's--" Roarke dropped his briefcase, grabbed Summerset by the lapels. "Has she been hurt? Where is she?" "A nightmare. She was screaming." Summerset lost his usual composure and dragged a hand over his hair. "She won't cooperate. I was about to call your doctor. I left her in her private suite." As Roarke pushed him aside, Summerset grabbed his arm. "Roarke, you should have told me what had been done to her." Roarke merely shook his head and kept going. "I'll take care of her."
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summerset
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
b5e2329
|
Roarke, what's going on here?' 'Lieutenant.' He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. 'Indications are we're having a romance.
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naked-in-death
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
33fa673
|
I couldn't fall out of love with you if I fell all the way to hell.
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love
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
59e3644
|
"I can handle it. But it stinks, if you ask me, really stinks, that you get to go out somewhere drinking beer while I'm stuck at Baby Central. Just because you have a penis." "We'll think fondly of you over beer, me and my penis." She ate a little more, then smiled slowly. "You've still got to be in the birthing room when she pushes it out." "Shut up, Eve." "Your penis won't save you then, Pal."
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penis
eve-dallas
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
821ffa7
|
"You're almost as good as Peabody." He stopped at the door, grabbed her up in a steaming kiss. "You can't get that from Peabody." "I could if I wanted." But it made her grin as he uncoded the locks. "But I like you better for sex."
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sex
peabody
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
238e7c6
|
"I want a homing beacon on your vehicle." "There will be." "No, I want one on before we leave the grounds in the morning. I'll see to it." Give and take, she reminded herself. Even when--maybe especially when--give and take was a pain in the ass. "Okay. But there go my plans to slip off and meet Pablo the pool boy for an hour of hot, sticky sex." "We all have to make sacrifices. Myself, I've had to reschedule my liaison with Vivien the French maid three times in the last couple of days." "Blows," Eve said as they slipped into bed. "She certainly does."
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homing-beacon
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
5711edb
|
"And you're not going to tell me she didn't make a move on you. At least test the waters." "The waters," he said, "were not receptive." "If they had been, I'd have drowned her in them already."
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roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
4e4e0be
|
I'm still picking pockets--I just do it as legally as I can. Being married to a cop limits certain activities.
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
a941844
|
"Okay. Look, why don't you take care of the half a million things you've been letting dangle in Roarke's Empire of Everything?" "Catchy title. I may use it one day."
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humor
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
0f385ea
|
"When she brought Mira up, Eve gave Roarke another glance. "Don't talk to him," she warned. "He can get bitchy when he's in this deep. I don't know if we have any of that tea stuff." "I had it stocked, and I don't get bitchy. Bloody, buggering HELL." Eve just rolled her eyes and got the tea."
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humor
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
76961f5
|
"Eve, did you marry me for my money?" "You bet your ass. And you'd better hold on to it, or I'm history" "It's very sweet of you to say so."
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humor
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
37e65a1
|
"Hold on a minute." She leaned out the window, shouted at the messenger who'd nearly sideswiped her vehicle with his jet-board. "Police property, asshole. If I had time I'd hunt you down and use that board to beat your balls black." "Darling Eve, you know how that kind of talk thrills and excites me. How can I keep my mind off sex now?"
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eve-dallas
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
80aae17
|
"Why doesn't it bother her? Seriously, it doesn't. She's not putting on a front. She's in a serious relationship with a guy who has sex with other women for a living, and it doesn't matter to her." "I married a cop." Roarke smiled at her. "We all have our levels of acceptance. He was an LC when they met, just as she was a doctor, and one who often works in dangerous areas of the city." She shot him the same easy smile. "So...if I'd been an LC when we met, you wouldn't have any problem with me banging other guys. Professionally." "None at all, as I'd kick your ass and murder all of them. But that's my level of acceptance."
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level-of-acceptance
louise
eve-dallas
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
1c7925e
|
"Who's with her?" Roarke asked, though he already knew. It was just like her. "With her? Oh, ah, hmmm. Webster." Silence fell, a clatter of broken bricks. Peabody folded her hands in her pockets and prepared for the explosion to follow. "I see." When Roarke simply turned back to the screen and continued, she didn't know whether to be relieved or scared to death."
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scared-to-death
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
54760d3
|
"The security officer smiled and said, 'Good afternoon, ma'am,' to me before I gave him ID." "It's a sick world, Eve." He resisted taking her hand for another squeeze. "A sick, sad world."
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humor
j-d-robb
eve-dallas
roarke
|
j.d. robb |
b8a167d
|
What kind of a maniac needed over five thousand plates?
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roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
dd52608
|
"I didn't want to tell you I'd been scared, much less why. I guess that was stupid." "It was." "Aren't you supposed to say something like 'no, it wasn't. Blah, blah, support, stroke, let me get you some chocolate'?" "You haven't red the marriage handbook's footnotes. It's another who does that sort of thing. I believe I'm allowed to be more blunt, then ask if you'd like a quick shag." "Shag yourself"
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marriage-handbook
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
f5a836b
|
"You're arrogant, domineering, egotistical, and disdainful of the law." He lifted one amused brow. "And your point would be?"
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smartass
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
c887ae5
|
"I got you a present." "Did you?" "It's a book of poetry--romancy stuff. I thought, 'How schmaltzy is that,' so it seemed like the thing. Then I screwed up and left it in my desk at work"
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present
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
609269f
|
"That's a lot of vegetables. "It is, yes, and if you eat them like a good girl..." He lifted the silver lid on another plate, revealed a small pizza, with pepperoni arranged into a smiley face. She tried to give him a stony stare, but the laugh won out. "You think you're cute, don't you, pal?" "Adorable." "In this case, you can have adorable. Ow!" She managed the stony stare when he slapped her hand away from the pizza. "Vegetables first."
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roarke-humor
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
cc04d80
|
"Pull yourself together, Detective. You're embarrassing yourself, and more imprtant, you're embarrassing me." "They're going to do it outside. In public." "So the fuck what?" "Public," Peabody said, head still between her knees. "You're being honored by this department and this city for having the integrity, the courage, and the skill to take out a blight on this department and this city. Dirty, murdering, greedy, treacherous cops are sitting in cages right now because you had that integrity, courage, and skill. I don't care if they do this damn thing in Grand Central, you get on your feet. You will puke, pass out, cry like a baby, or squeal like a girl. That's a goddamn order." "I had more of a 'Relax, Peabody, this is a proud moment' sort of speech in mind," McNab murmured to Roarke. Roarke shook his head, grinned. "Did you now? You've a bit to learn yet, haven't you?"
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eve-dallas
mcnab
peabody
roarke
speech
|
J.D. Robb |
30632cc
|
"You tell Roarke you were tagging me for this? Or is he going to get riled up so I have to kick his ass again?" "Oh, is that what you were doing when you had to be carried out of the room unconscious?" "I like to remember it that I was just getting my second wind." --
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webster
second-wind
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
3ade58b
|
"You need a medic, Lieutenant." "In a minute. Let me ask you something." "Ask away." Having nothing else, he tore part of his ripped sleeve to dab at the blood on her shoulder. "Do I come charging into one of your board rooms when you're having trouble with a business deal?" His eyes flicked to hers. Some of the fierceness died out of them into what was almost a smile. "No, Eve, you don't. I don't know what got into me." "It's okay. This once."
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roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
93efcbd
|
"Officer down. Officer down." "I'm an officer now, am I? That's insult to injury."
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officer-down
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
f8013f9
|
"Maybe they're out doing the tango and drinking tequila shots." He sent Eve a grin. "As we will be when we reach their age. After which we'll come home and have mad sex." "For God's sake. This is on the record." "Yes, I know." He stepped off with her on Var's floor. "I wanted those future plans to be official as well."
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on-record
future-plans
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
50dedc5
|
"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."
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smartass
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
2bf32a4
|
"Assaulting an officer will earn you one to five, Roarke. That's in a cage, not cushy home detention." "You're not wearing your badge. Or anything else, for that matter." He gave her a friendly nip on the chin. "Be sure to put that in your report."
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roarke-humor
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
51e557e
|
"I'm fine right here." All patience, he bent down until his face was close to hers. "What you are is hoping to get drunk enough so that you can take a few punches at someone without worrying about the consequences. With me, you don't have to get drunk, you don't have to worry. You can take all the punches you want." "Why?" "Because you have something sad in your eyes and it gets to me."
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roarke
|
j.d. robb |
918b346
|
EVE: I have work to do. ROARKE: I know but it can wait. I have something to show you. EVE: In the bedroom? She looks Roarke up and down. I've seen it. It's nice I might take time to play with it later. ROARKE: You're to good to me.
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roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
429b4c3
|
"Can you imagine what I wouldn't risk for you? You can't, because there's nothing. There's bloody nothing" - Roarke"
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roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
2f03447
|
"Try to look like Peabody." "Sorry?" "Serious, official, yet approachable." "You forgot adorable." "Peabody is adorable." "She is from my perspective. Besides, I was talking about me."
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eve
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
d34e00c
|
"Roarke, I'm working on it." "On what?" "On accepting what you seem to feel for me." He lifted a brow. "Work harder," he suggested."
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roarke
|
J.D. ROBB ( NORA ROBERTS) |
ccfe703
|
"Don't leave me again. God. God. Don't leave me again." "I didn't" "Part of you did." He moved her back, and his eyes swarmed with emotion. "Part of you left me, and I couldn't stand it."
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roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
c1f8212
|
He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn't enough.
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roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
83f5dd1
|
"I think I've just lost five pounds in fear sweat." Peabody mopped at her face. "Now I want a cannoli. I don't know why." With a laugh, Roarke shifted to grin at her. "I'll buy you a dozen, precious." "Cannolis, for God's sake."
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in-death-series
jd-robb
peabody
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
f925f90
|
"Eve: "You already own half the universe" Roarke: "Why settle for half when you can have all?"
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eve-dallas
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
1703e55
|
"Far be in from me to dictate how you should assuage your guilt. Do you have a lot of it?" She bit his good shoulder. "You're about to find out." She toppled them both off the bench and onto the mat. "Well, ouch. I take it guilt doesn't bring out your gentler side."
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roarke
guilt
|
J.D. Robb |
93202c1
|
"Where's the hooch--for Dickhead?" "Fourth-floor gift room." She stared at him for ten silent seconds. "We have a gift room?" On a half laugh, he shook his head. "One day, darling Eve, you really should go through the entire house. East wing, fourth-floor tower." "Okay." Since she wasn't completely sure where that was, she walked to the elevator."
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humor
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
6e3d5cb
|
"He linked his fingers with hers. And because he had used it when he'd hurt her, he balanced that out by using it now. "Huh?" A line appeared between her brows. "Is that Gaelic again?" "Yes." He brought their joined fingers to his lips. "Love. My love."
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love
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
656c37d
|
"You're a fascinating woman, Eve. Here we are, wet, naked, both of us half dead from a very memorable night, and still you watch me with very cool, very suspicious eyes." "You're a suspicious character, Roarke." --
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roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
bb7b6c9
|
You're still carrying Africa, but it's eroding at the edges. Great. We're destroying the Dark Continent.
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roarke-humor
roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
c1a1754
|
"I don't want to hear from Traffic that my husband was hotdogging the skyways in his minichopper." "You won't. I bribe too well."
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roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
69006e4
|
"He took her hand, lifted it to his lips. Nothing could have pleased him more than the quick suspicion on her face. "You won't forget me, Eve. You'll think of me, perhaps not fondly, but you'll think of me." "I'm in the middle of a murder investigation. You're part of it. Sure, I'll think of you." "Darling," he began, and watched with amusement as his use of the endearment knitted her brow. "You'll be thinking of what I can do to you."
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roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
7405b18
|
"Her mouth was cut, her left eye already beginning to swell. There was raw color along her cheekbone. He managed to take a full, almost easy breath. "You're going to have a hell of a bruise." "I've had them before." The medication was seeping in, turning pain into a mist. She only smiled when he stripped her to the waist and began checking for other injuries. "You've got great hands. I love when you touch me. Nobody ever touched me like that. Did I tell you?" "No." And he doubted she'd remember she was telling him now. He'd make sure to remind her. "And you're so pretty. So pretty," she repeated, lifting a bleeding hand to his face. "I keep wondering what you're doing here." He took her hand, wrapped a cloth gently around it. "I've asked myself the same question." She grinned foolishly, let herself float. Need to file my report, she thought hazily. Soon. "You don't really think we're going to make anything out of this, do you? Roarke and the cop?" "I guess we'll have to find out."
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roarke
|
J.D. Robb |
8c40fb4
|
"Might have to go to London," she murmured. "Huh. Wouldn't it be a kick in the head if I really did have to be out of the country hunting a criminal mastermind when Mavis goes into labor?" "I, my ass. That goes to we or I'll hurt you"
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
e378788
|
Neither of them knew what it was to be family, to have family, to make a family. They knew cruelty, abuse, abandonment. She wondered if that was why they had come together. They both understood what it was to have nothing, to know fear and hunger and despair- and both had remade themselves.
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
68b912f
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"It's always a pleasure watching you wake up," he commented. "But sometimes I wonder if you want me only for my coffee." "Well..." She grinned at him and sipped again. "I really like the food, too. And the sex isn't bad."
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roarke
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84bb400
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"Roarke, one thing." She walked to him, well aware he was all but snarling with temper. "I haven't kissed you good-bye," she murmured and did so with a thoroughness that rocked him back on his heels. "Thank you." Before he could speak, she kissed him again. "For always knowing what matters to me." "You're welcome." Possessively, he ran a hand over her tousled hair. "Miss me." "I already am." "Don't take any unnecessary chances." His hands gripped in her hair hard, briefly. "There's no use asking you not to take the necessary ones." "Then don't." Her heart stuttered when he kissed her hand. "Safe trip, " she told him when he stepped into the elevator. She was new at it, so waited until the doors were almost shut. "I love you." The last thing she saw was the flash of his grin." --
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
eb3e151
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Marriage is a freaking minefield.
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
e6f4a39
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"You are embarrassed." She leaned over to kiss him, and while he was distracted, snatched the disc. "That's cute. Really cute." "Shut up. Give me that." "I don't think so." Delighted, she danced back a step and held the disc out of reach. "I bet this is very hot. Aren't you curious?" "No." He made a grab, but she was very quick. "Eve, give me the damn thing." "This is fascinating." She edged back toward the open patio doors. "The sophisticated,seen-it-all Roarke is blushing."
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
36a7ad3
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"Roarke didn't quite make it to Eve's office. He found her down the corridor, in front of one of the vending machines. She and the machine appeared to be in the middle of a vicious argument. "I put the proper credits in, you blood-sucking, money-grubbing son of a bitch." Eve punctuated this by slamming her fist where the machine's heart would be, if it had one. ANY ATTEMPT TO VANDALIZE, DEFACE, OR DAMAGE THIS UNIT IS A CRIMINAL OFFENSE. The machine spoke in a prissy, singsong voice Roarke was certain was sending his wife's blood pressure through the roof. THIS UNIT IS EQUIPPED WITH SCANEYE, AND HAS RECORDED YOUR BADGE NUMBER. DALLAS, LIEUTENANT EVE. PLEASE INSERT PROPER CREDIT, IN COIN OR CREDIT CODE, FOR YOUR SELECTION. AND REFRAIN FROM ATTEMPTING TO VANDALIZE, DEFACE, OR DAMAGE THIS UNIT. "Okay, I'll stop attempting to vandalize, deface, or damage you, you electronic street thief. I'll just do it." She swung back her right foot, which Roarke had cause to know could deliver a paralyzing kick from a standing position. But before she could follow through he stepped up and nudged her off balance. "Please, allow me, Lieutenant." "Don't put any more credits in that thieving bastard," she began, then hissed when Roarke did just that. "Candy bar, I assume. Did you have any lunch?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know it's just going to keep stealing if people like you pander to it." "Eve, darling, it's a machine. It does not think." "Ever hear of artificial intelligence, ace?" "Not in a vending machine that dispenses chocolate bars."
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funny
death-to-technology
eve-dallas
roarke
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d3eba50
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"I'm not afraid of you, Roarke." "Aren't you?" He moved closer, curling his hands on the lapels of her shirt. "What do you think will happen if you step over the line?" "Too much," she murmured."
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
100008d
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"I had that hole in me, that empty space. I could have lived my life with it, content enough. I wasn't an unhappy man." He kept his eyes on hers as his thumb brushed lightly over the back of her hand. "Then, one day I felt something--a prickle at the back of my neck, a heat at the base of my spine. And standing at a memorial for the dead, I turned, and there you were." He turned her hand over, interlocking fingers. "There you were, and it all shifted under my feet. You were everything I shouldn't have, shouldn't want or need. A cop for Jesus' sake, with eyes that looked right into me." He reached out, just a whisper of fingers on her face. And the quiet touch was somehow wildly passionate, desperately intimate. "A cop wearing a bad gray suit and a coat that didn't even fit. From that moment, the hole inside me began to fill. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't stop what rooted there, or what grew. The tears came now. He watched them drip down her cheeks, wondered if she were even aware they leaked out of her. "She was part of my life. You are my life. If I have a regret, it's that even for an instant you could think otherwise. Or that I allowed you to."
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
130d5ec
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"Roarke, you've got to know I've got some bad stuff inside. It's like a virus that sneaks around the system, pops out when your resistance is low. I'm not a good bet." - Eve Dallas "I like long odds." He lifted her hand, kissed it. "Why don't we see it through? Find out if we can both win." - Roarke"
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
6a92e81
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"You're all right, Blue Eyes." She lifted her head to look into them. "You're all right, down the line. You ever want a free bang, you got one coming." "It would, no doubt be a memorable bang. But my wife is fiercely jealous and territorial." He grinned over at a very cold-eyed Eve. "Her? You? That's a kick in the ass." "Every damn day," Eve muttered, and strode out. She kept striding, out of the club, back into the comparatively fresh air of the city street. And fisted her hands on her hips as she spun to him. "Did you have to do the 'my wife' crap?" His grin remained, and only widened. "I did, yes. I felt a desperate need for your protection. I believe that woman had designs on me." "I'll put a design on you that won't come off in the shower." "See, now I'm excited." Reaching out, he toyed with the lapel of her coat."What have you got in mind ?"
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marriage
roarke
hilarious
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J.D. Robb |
9836f4f
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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.
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miracle
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
7d3a183
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The man loves you with everything he has, everything he is. Eve, that means you can hurt him.
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marriage
romance
love
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
d8d8f84
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Did she know, could she know what it meant to him when she turned to him, when she opened herself to him like this? In absolute trust. Her strength, her valor remained a constant wonder to him, as did her unrelenting determination to defend those who could no longer defend themselves. These moments, when she allowed her vulnerabilities, her doubts, her fears to tremble to the surface compelled him to take care. In these moments he could show her it wasn't just the warrior he loved, he treasured, but the woman, the whole of her. The dark and the light.
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romance
love
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
40ebd72
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"When I came in and you were sleeping, I thought: There's my soldier, exhausted from her wars." He lifted her hand, kissed her fingers. "Now, I look, and I think: There's my woman, soft and lovely." Her lips curved as he undressed her. "Where do you get this stuff?" "It just comes to me. I've only to look at you, and the world comes to me. You're my life."
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romance
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
d80d1e1
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"But you're smarter than even he thinks he is." She paused, thought that through. "If you get me". "Aren't we full of compliments tonight? I'll have to bang you against the wall more often."
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
071fc61
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"I slept in myself, didn't get up until about nine." "Has anyone looked outside, checked to see if the world is still spinning on its axis?" "At which time," he continued dryly, "I had a workout--I had souffle, too. Then, before I came down here to enjoy one of my gifts, I worked about an hour in my office."
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romance
roarke
sweet
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J.D. Robb |
fd8b1b0
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"Is there any exceptionally beautiful woman you haven't slept with?" "I'll make you a list. So, you knocked her down."
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
d3a66bb
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"And then Roarke came to my door, and that gave me what I needed after all those years. I thank God for that, and him. But I'm telling you, and hope you already know, what you do, beyond the law of it, is needed." "Sinead." Roarke stepped up, pressed a handkerchief in her hand. "Ah well." Sighing now, she dabbed at tears. "The world can be so dark. It's foolish to deny it, and the Irish know the dark better than some in any case. It reminds us to hold on to the light, every minute we can, and to prize it. You're a light to me." She kissed Roarke's cheeks. "Don't ever forget it."
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
d0ccc97
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"People have been sleeping and/or marrying their way to the top since the first cavewoman said: 'Ugh, that one's the strongest and has the biggest club. I'll shake my mastodon-skin-covered ass at him.'" "Ugh?" "Or whatever cave people said. And it's not just women who do it. Cave guy goes: 'Ugh, that one catches the most fish, I'll be dragging her off to my cave now.' Ava sees Tommy and--" "Says ugh." "Or today's equivalent thereof." -Eve & Roarke. ."
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marriage
reality
in-death
roarke
hilarious
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J.D. Robb |
991a4ee
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They needed each other. Two lost souls, he thought, taking a moment to walk to the tall windows that looked out on part of the world he'd built for himself out of will, desire, sweat, and dubiously accumulated funds. Two lost souls whose miserable beginnings had forged them into what appeared to be polar opposites. Love had narrowed the distance, then had all but eradicated it. She'd saved him. The night his life had hung in her furious and unbreakable grip. She'd saved him, he mused, the first moment he'd locked eyes with her. As impossible as it should have been, she was his answer. He was hers. He had a need to give her things. The tangible things wealth could command. Though he knew the gifts most often puzzled and flustered her. Maybe because they did, he corrected with a grin. But underlying that overt giving was the fierce foundation to give her comfort, security, trust, love. All the things they'd both lived without most of their lives. He wondered that a woman who was so skilled in observation, in studying the human condition, couldn't see that what he felt for her was often as baffling and as frightening to him as it was to her. Nothing had been the same for him since she'd walked into his life wearing an ugly suit and cool-eyed suspicion. He thanked God for it. Feeling sentimental, he realized. He supposed it was the Irish that popped out of him at unexpected moments.
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romance
roarke
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e2ea2c3
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"Trina and her consultants will be here by four to start setting up." "Joy and--what? Who? Trina? Why? What have you done?" "You said no silly games, and no strippers," Peabody reminded her. "We're doing the full-out girl party. Champagne, decadent food, body, hair, face treatments. Chick-vids, presents, gooey desserts. Big girl slumber party, followed by champagne brunch tomorrow." "You mean . . ." The shock was sharp and cruel, a stunner blast against the heart. "Overnight? All night into tomorrow?" "Yeah." Peabody grinned around her carrot. "Didn't I mention that?" "I have to kill you now." "Uh-uh. No games, no strippers. Those were your only rules." "I'll find a way to hurt you for this."
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peabody
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
e9196ec
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"Her hands were splayed against the wet tile, her body pulsing. Water rained over them, hot and needle sharp, as he felt the orgasm tear through her. A kind of purging, he thought. She was still gasping when he spun her around and closed his mouth greedily over her breast. She was helpless against what he brought to her. Each time, every time, helpless, staggered. And grateful. She dived her fingers into his hair, twisting, tangling them in that thick wet silk while those good, strong tugs of desire in her belly followed the restless hunger of his mouth on her. His hands, slick, skilled, strong, raced over her, took her to the edge and over. Where he wanted her, where he needed her -- shuddering, moaning his name, swamped in her own pleasure. The nails biting viciously into his back thrilled him, the frenzied race of her heart against his incited him. More. All. Now, was all he could think as they savaged each other's mouths. "I want you." His breath was heaving as he gripped her hips. "Always. Ever. Mine." His eyes were a wild and burning blue. She could see nothing else. It should have been too much, this desperate, endless need for him. Yet somehow it was never, never enough. "Mine." She dragged his mouth back to hers, and when he drove into her, met him beat for urgent beat." --
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
1dfe396
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"He loves me. Roarke, I mean. He loves me." "Oh, so very much." "Nobody did before. Before Mavis, she just wouldn't give up and leave me alone. And Feeney. But he'd feel weird saying the whole love thing, so . . ." She mimed zipping fingers over her lips. "But Roarke doesn't feel weird about it. He's full of it, the love, I mean. And when he loves me, things that never worked in me did--do. It was easier when they didn't work, but it's better when they do. You know?" "I do. You should rest now." "Want to finish, give my report. Is my face messed up? I hate when that happens. Not like I'm pretty or anything, but--" "You're the most beautiful woman ever born," Roarke said from the doorway, and Eve sent him a woozy, drugged smile. "See, told ya he's full of it."
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
186d548
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You're Eve Dallas. You're the love of my life. My heart and soul. You're a cop, mind and bone. You're a woman of strength and resilience. Stubborn, hardheaded, occasionally mean as a badger, and more generous than you'll admit.
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romance
love
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
3f191e8
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"The goodie drawer of all goodie drawers. This dildo not only throbs, vibrates, expands, and comes equipped with hands-free feature, it sings a choice of five popular tunes." He crouched beside her. "You couldn't have tried it out that quickly." "Pervert. I turned it on to see. He's got some illegals sprinkled through here, too."
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
1ba00ad
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"You won't forget me, Eve. You'll think of me, perhaps not fondly, but you'll think of me." "I'm in the middle of a murder investigation. You're part of it. Sure, I'll think of you." "Darling," he began, and watched with amusement as his use of the endearment knitted her brow. "You'll be thinking of what I can do to you."
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
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Roarke winced and began the delicate task of extracting his feet from his mouth.
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
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"What are you doing?" "Washing your hair," he murmured and proceeded to stroke and massage the shampoo into her short, sopping cap of hair. "I'm going to enjoy smelling my soap on you." His lips curved. "You're a fascinating woman, Eve. Here we are, wet, naked, both of us half dead from a very memorable night, and still you watch me with very cool, very suspicious eyes." "You're a suspicious character, Roarke." "I think that's a compliment."
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roarke
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J.D. Robb |
6e1d6b8
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"Don't ask. We're all but done for in any case, taking that Fiona couldn't hit a cow's arse with a banjo, and Paddy and Maureen both cheat like tinkers at a fair." "What are you talking about? Why would anybody hit a cow with a banjo? He only smiled. "The point is, Fiona couldn't so we'll be done soon enough."
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hit-a-cow-with-a-banjo
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
873640d
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And don't climb on your golden horse with me, Roarke. Don't you even start. That would be 'high horse,' Lieutenant.
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eve-ism
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
498f6f8
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"She started to open the door, looked back at him. "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." "We're going to have dinner tonight, just the two of us. No cops but me, no work. Like a date, okay?" "Want a date, do you?" It surprised her more than him. "I really do." "Then it's more than okay."
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