460 Quotes by J.D. Robb

What are you smiling at?” she snapped at Roarke. “I’m a man, and I’m sitting here having coffee and cookies while two beautiful women snarl at each other. Being a man I’m required to wonder – perhaps imagine – whether there will soon be physical contact. Clothing may be ripped away. Why wouldn’t I smile?

Bright blessings on both of you, and safe travels wherever the path takes you.

You know, Roarke, you’re kind of cute.” Eve Dallas.

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.

What did she say?” Eve asked when they got into the car. “Here’s love, she said, to hold until next we meet and I give you more.

You’re not going to stay for the thing?” He took a bite of manicotti. “There’s nothing you could do, say, nothing you could possibly offer – including deviant sexual favors – that would induce me to be within a hundred yards of that baby shower.” “Crap.” She forked up a nice chunk of meatball. “Not even if I combined chocolate sauce with the outfit?” “Not even.” “There could be whipped cream. And choreography.” “An.

He did something he rarely did. He touched her. Just a pat of his hand over the back of hers. But it was, Eve realized, a kind of intimacy. An affectionate contact between comrades, and more personal than any act the victim had ever exchanged with a client.

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.

He took a money clip out of his pocket, pulled off several bills. “Take it. It’ll save you time.