Can you shoot a person if you have to?""Do you think these men had anything to do with the explosion?""Yes." He did, but he'd have said yes either way."Then I will blow the motherfuckers' squirrel-sized peckers off.

He couldn’t tell her that he’d been fighting a losing battle against falling in love with her from the day they met. That all his crazy, caveman possessiveness was because his heart had known – even when his head was too damn stupid to catch on – she was his and there was no going back to his solitary, single-minded existence.

You keep this up, and I end up fucking you, I will not apologize for crawling out of bed five minutes after I come. You got that? I will fuck you and walk away. No emotions.""Works for me.

His type was the shy, bookish nerds, which was exactly what he’d been until he joined the Army. He’d been a late bloomer, hitting a second growth spurt after nineteen, when he’d shot up six inches in two years and packed on the muscle that made it possible for him to do his job. But the external changes hadn’t changed who he was inside, and he was still the sci-fi and fantasy loving guy who read scientific journals for fun.