16 Quotes by Ann Charles

Nothing good ever happens at the butt-crack of dawn.

I wrinkled my nose at her. “You really need to stop watching those nature documentaries with Layne.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “I know, but the footage is so amazing.

Katie shrugged. “I took a detour.” “Damn it, Katie. You need to be more careful. You’re pregnant, remember?” “Just a second ago you were talking about jamming a spyglass up my hoo-ha. Now you’re going to act protective?

Sitting in the shadows next to the Volvo was Mr. FBI’s pickup. Inside of the cab, his lit cigarette burned red then faded to a pale orange. She paused next to his open window, slipping on the jean jacket she’d borrowed from Claire. Old Hank Williams Sr.’s singing Your Cheatin’ Heart came from his speakers.

Morning showed up swinging a basket full of bright sunshine.

Hawke’s thick black unibrow scrunched in the middle as the two sides of his forehead collided in a curious display of plate tectonics.

I’d sort of lost the reins on my control, and the horses were running away with the carriage while I held on for dear life.