You left the door open.“
“Fritz is bringing me some smokes.”
“You’re not lighting up around my dog”
(…)
V looked over at the dog. George’s big boxy head was down on his paws, his kind brown eyes seeming to apologize for the shutdown on the whole light-up routine.
Vishous stroked the bag of Turkish delicious like a pathetic loser. “Mind if I just rolled up a couple?”
“One flick on the flint and I’ll pound you into the carpet.

Auteur: J.R. Ward