Quotes from Jennifer Echols

I had shaved my beard for her-a huge disappointment, because I'd enjoyed my three weeks looking like a bank robber.

It's going to be a pretty day to fly.

I may not have been to college, he said, "but I have been to the police academy." ... He went on, "What do you think we do at the police academy, surf the internet?" "I can honestly say I never gave it much th-.

When I told you I loved you, that's what I meant. I never intended to be your experiment, or your walk on the wild side, or your favorite mistake.

He ran his hands through his hair and held on to the back of his neck both biceps bulging. Dang him for looking so hot when I wanted to run away

I'm in love with you.

He was a dork, but at least he was totally comfortable in social situations, like Dad. Comfortable, or oblivious, which amounted to the same thing.

Tell me about your project." "It's a surprise," I said loudly over the siren. "I don't like surprises." No surprise there.

Do I look Japenses to you?" "I've told you, yes.

If you drive down there," I said, "he'll just escape the other way. That's what he's counting on. You have to walk down there, point your gun at him, and yell at him in that charming way you have.

Seeing him jogging at the park had cracked the window so I could peek into his soul. Seeing him with his friends threw the window wide open. He was so nineteen.

he had his hand on your -" He put his hand at waist level behind me, without touching me. "He had his hand on my ass?" "No," they said. "Behind your back," Rashad said. "Like you're dating or something." He put his hand behind Skip's back. Skip hit him.

What he lacks in clarity, he makes up for in consistency.

He spoke a few works into it, then put his hand on the back of my neck. "Official police business." "Leave da woman," Skip said. "She must pass da state inspection." John's hand tightened briefly on my neck, then let go. He was behind me, so I couldn't see the look he gave Skip. It must have been ugly. Skip put up both his hands. "I'm kidding!

What do you write in those forms?" I asked. "Nothing. I just do this to look threatening," I watched him scribble, and I made out his tiny drawing of a martini glass, with olive. It wasn't often that I got to study him like this, concentrating, in full light. He gently bit his soft bottom lip. .... "You're sexy when you threaten people.

Also, just before the shift started tonight, I had walked to the drugstore across the street [...] and used one of their perfume testers. Nothing too obvious or flowery, just a body spray with a hint of musk that said you admired your captor.

You can draw!" I exclaimed. "Yeah," his voice echoed from the kitchen. "I mean really draw [...]" "I told you I would major in art, hypothetically." "Yeah, but I thought the bullshit you fed me about lifting up the human spirit was compensation for not being able to draw.

Why not?" she exclaimed. Translation: If you can have sex with a drug offender, why can't I have sex with the salutatorian?

I'm saying you would not be comfortable with casual sex. Or whatever we're talking about here. The National Honor Society version of prostitution.

John watched me, dark eyes inscrutable. his shoulders rose as he inhaled through his nose. He was about to say something like I am so sorry or I had no idea or even You are a terrible person . In which case, I was going to lose it. There was a reason I did not talk about this. He said, "I feel sorry for the officers on that call.

Would you like some tea?" She wrinkled her nose. "Is there booze in it?" He looked into the pitcher. "Just tea. No imbibing for me tonight. I have two papers due Monday. Homework over spring break. Can you believe that?" "No!" she exclaimed, stepping closer to him. I do my homework clearly was the mating call for their species.

Let me do the talking," I yelled to John over the wail. "I have a way with cops." "Yes, you do," he growled at me [...]

Those boys just want to get in your pants," he said. "You know that, right?" [...] "That's not true," Tiffany said. Well, of course it was true. But if Tiffany didn't know this, now was not the time to clue her in. "How do you know we weren't trying to get in their pants?" I asked.

Because at some time in the last five days, I jad freaking fallen in love with John After