Quotes from Tara Janzen

He caught her, and he held her, and he let her cry, and cry, and cry, and he let her use his sheets to wipe her eyes, and her nose, and God knows what, because he had plenty of clean sheets, and he only had one Kat.

Hanson got to sleep with you, and I didn't," he said, his own jaw a little tight. "So I stole his car.

It worried him. Like him, she had to be exhausted. She smelled like gasoline; her clothes were torn. She had a small white bandage on her forehead where the EMT had cleaned her cut. Dirt smudged her face, her arms, her legs. He knew she still didn't have any underwear, and for the first time, he felt bad about it. Real bad. He wanted to protect her, make her feel secure, keep her from harm—and all he'd done was lose her underwear and practically get her blown up.

She could not leave him hanging like this. "If you were hurt, I need to know." It was a rule somewhere, in the good-guy handbook.

He should probably make love to her.

He needed to gather her up, hold on to her, anything to help her stop trembling. Something was going to shake loose if she didn't.

The man in 4B wondered if he could have your autograph. He told me his daughter is a huge fan." Fan? What the hell? Dylan lifted himself up and looked over the back of his seat. Since when did covert operators have fans?

She'd kicked Klein's ass and still had enough moxie to tag him, and enough physical strength to get herself out of a window ten feet up on the wall. He really should marry her.

You stole my heart, Regan,he told her. And I don't particularly want it back.

He'd wanted to take her dirty and take her sweet, take her any way he could get her and every way he could dream up

Don't you want to be neighbors? No. he said. I want to be lovers. Sleep-together lovers. Wake-up together lovers. One bed. Oh, God, she was going to fall in love. She could feel it happening.

She was in love. In love with the same man she'd always been in love with-God save her.

We've got to stop meeting like this." "No, we don't." He liked meeting like this, over her bare ass, a hot-off-the-presses copy of the Rocky Mountain News, and a steaming cup of coffee. It was so perfect, he planned on doing it every day for the rest of his life. He just hadn't told her yet.

It was the most traditional wedding ring in the world. It reeked of stability and fiftieth wedding anniversaries. It proclaimed itself to the world as the rock upon which vows were never broken. It was a testament of his love. Proof of his commitment.

How could she not know he was thinking about sex? he wondered. It was all he'd been thinking about for the last eighteen hours, give or take a few minutes spent thinking about keeping them both alive. Oh, yeah, and twice he'd thought about food, once about her mother, and once he'd checked to make sure he had an extra mag for his Glock.

You're staring at my ass." "Yes, I am." It's what he did in the mornings, when she woke up and spent the first hour lying around in bed.

I believe in love at first sight, and I believe that's what we've got going here. I was willing to die for you. I'm sure as hell not going to pass up a chance to live with you.

Hawkins's plan to be more careful was starting to include things like carefully brushing her off, and carefully take her home, where he could carefully kiss her mouth and carefully take her clothes off.

Do you still have Ms. Dekker? Have her, had her, going to have her again-at least he'd planned on it until the troops had arrived.

Spending the next nine hours with a crying woman wal real close to the top of his Avoid at All Costs list right under untimely death and a desk job.

No. Thank you she said in a voice that said he could go to hell and take his jacket with him.

Excuse me," she said, her voice tight. "But if I'd known there was going to be a firearms examination at the end of the kidnapping, by God, I would have studied for it!

That meant Ms. Starkova was his. He'd found her; he'd tailed her; and he'd saved her from Reinhard Klein. By jungle law, even the urban jungle, that made her his.

He looked around the room at all the stuff. But it wasn't just stuff and it wasn't just any girl grenade that had gone off in there. It was Nikki McKinney grenade.