Quotes from Christi Daugherty

I know it's my day off," she said to DJ, who looked up as she threw herself into her chair. "I have reasons for wasting my life in this room.

I don't like you being there at night alone," Bonnie told her. "You should come over here and drink my wine." Harper shuddered. "No wine. Ever again. I'm on the wagon." "Coffee then," Bonnie said. "Chamomile tea. I don't care. I want to watch you being safe.

There was a delicate, transient point somewhere between too much alcohol and too little where her pool skills absolutely peaked.

When you get right down to it, if you're a woman, being killed by someone you love is the most ordinary murder of all.

Daddy, I think I'm going to marry this man. His heart's big enough for me.

He gave her a quick hug. Hugging was new for them. Ever since he'd been the paramedic on call the night she was shot, he'd "taken a new interest in your survival," as he liked to put it.

nstead of running out of the office when her work was done, she'd gone to the ladies' room and taken her time, brushing the frizz out of her auburn hair, and (for once) paying attention to her makeup. It must have worked, because Junior, the bar's amiable, three-hundred-pound bouncer, nearly popped his uneven teeth when he saw her. "Marry me, Harper McClain," he pleaded. "I know I can make you happy." "I'm married to my job, Junior,

Maybe he's finally seeing what he lost." "Maybe." All of Harper's doubts were in that word. "Anyway, I've got to say he's the cutest cop I've ever seen." Bonnie handed her the change. "Me, too." Harper gave her a melancholy smile. "But, I broke him last year and I don't know how to fix him.

Dells is playing a dangerous game right now. If he's not careful, he'll run out of road. Charlton is not someone you want to mess with. My advice? Do what you would do if you were writing about anyone else. Work through that alibi. If the Anderson kid lied, write it the way you see it. Don't worry about the games the bosses are playing. But be right. "Or they will hang you out to dry.

When she walked through the door, the sidewalk swayed beneath her feet as if blown by a light breeze, and she stumbled against Dells, who grabbed her before she could fall. "Whoopsy daisy," he said. "Beware of the sidewalk. It's meaner than it looks." "I like whiskey," Harper informed him solemnly. "But not this much whiskey.

When they reached the door, she dug in her bag for the keys, finding the keyring after some searching, and holding it up triumphantly. "Women," Dells informed her, "need smaller bags." "Men need to keep their opinions to themselves," Harper replied.