The security officer smiled and said, ‘Good afternoon, ma’am,’ to me before I
gave him ID.”
“It’s a sick world, Eve.” He resisted taking her hand for another squeeze. “A sick,
sad world.
Stichwörter: humor crime eve-dallas j-d-robb roarke
Eve, we're going to be married in a few days."
The jittering started again, big time. "Yeah."
"If he keeps looking at you like that, I'm going to have to hurt him.
Stichwörter: eve-dallas roarke hurt-him
Do you think you're walking out on me, on your life, because you defended yourself against a monster?"
"I killed my father."
"You killed a fucking monster. You were a child. Are you going to stand there, look me in the face, and tell me that child was to blame?"
She opened her mouth, closed it. "It's not a matter of how I see it, Roarke. The law--"
"The law should have protected you!" With visions dancing evilly in his head, he snapped. He could all but hear the tight wire of control break. "Goddamn the law. What good did it do either one of us when we needed it most? You want to chuck your badge because the law's too fucking weak to care for it's innocents, for it's children, be my guest. Throw your career away. But you're not getting rid of me.
Stichwörter: eve-dallas roarke the-law
What about your crepe?"
"Stuff It."
"She's crazy about you," Mavis commented.
"It's almost embarrassing, the way she fawns.
Stichwörter: eve-dallas roarke fawns
Goddamn Summerset. I've told him to leave my car when I park it."
"I think he did." Peabody flipped on her sunshades, pointed. "It's blocking the drive, see?"
"Oh, yeah." Eve cleared her throat. The car was just as she'd left it, and fluttering in the mild breeze were a few torn articles of clothing. "Don't ask," she muttered and started to hoof it down the drive.
"I wasn't going to." Peabody's voice was smooth as silk, "Speculation's more interesting.
Stichwörter: speculation eve-dallas peabody
A cop? You married a bloody cop?"
"I married a bloody criminal," Eve muttered, "but nobody ever thinks of that.
Stichwörter: eve-dallas brian-kelly
You had no right. No right to stand in front of me.” He turned back now, his eyes vividly blue with temper that had gone from frigid to blaze. “No fucking right to risk yourself on my behalf”
“Oh really. Is that so?” She stalked forward until they were toe to toe. “Okay, you tell me. You keep looking me dead in the eye and you tell me you wouldn’t have done the same if it was me in jeopardy.”
“That’s entirely different.”
“Why?” Her chin came up and her finger jabbed hard into his chest. “Because you have a penis?
Stichwörter: eve-dallas roarke
Eve engaged her On Duty sign and stepped out of the car. Immediately her ears were assaulted with a blast of music. Christmas carols pumped, full blast, into the air. She decided that people ran inside, ready to buy anything, just to escape the noise.
J.D. RobbStichwörter: escape eve-dallas christmas-music
I'm a barrel of monkeys, kid, though mostly I figure monkeys stuck in a barrel are just going to be pissed off.
J.D. RobbStichwörter: humor eve-dallas
I'd rather be screwed up with you than smooth with anybody else.
J.D. RobbStichwörter: love eve-dallas
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