Roarke: “Our engines don't run at the same speed.”

Eve: “What the hell does that mean?”

Roarke: “Just that.”

Eve: “It sounds like something that ought to piss me off. But I can't figure out exactly why. When I do, I might have to pop you one.”

Roarke: “I'll look forward to it. If you don't sleep, eat. You need something in your stomach. And what are you grinning at?”

Eve: “You. You're such a wife.”

Roarke: “Now, I'm pissed off.

Autor: J.D. Robb

<b>Roarke: </b> “Our engines don't run at the same speed.”<br /><br /><b>Eve: </b> “What the hell does that mean?”<br /><br /><b>Roarke: </b> “Just that.”<br /><br /><b>Eve: </b> “It sounds like something that ought to piss me off. But I can't figure out exactly why. When I do, I might have to pop you one.”<br /><br /><b>Roarke: </b> “I'll look forward to it. If you don't sleep, eat. You need something in your stomach. And what are you grinning at?”<br /><br /><b>Eve: </b> “You. You're such a wife.”<br /><br /><b>Roarke:</b> “Now, I'm pissed off. - J.D. Robb



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