Tell me what you want."Before her brain could engage, she kissed him again and whispered, "You. You're what I want.

Maybe I better shower with you.” She bit her lower lip. “For safety’s sake.

You’re mine,” she whispered. “As long as you’ll have me.

His lips caressed her ear. “Best dance of my entire life.

Solving crimes is like following a spider web. Everything is connected in some way. It's just figuring out where things intersect so I can find the spider in the middle.

Words aren’t big enough, but they’re all that I have. S'agapó. I love you with all that I am.

I have a pullout couch, and I could sleep in the living room. You can have the bedroom." "I'm sorry. No." Mel put her hand on his chest, her eyes sparkling. "I have to draw the line there. I should at least get sex out of this deal or this really would be a tragedy.

Something was going on. Something big, like the dreams that brought her sisters together. But this time, it wasn't a theater bringing them together. It was a killer tearing them apart.

Inspiration before intercourse.