Quotes from Josh Lanyon

He was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and...unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.

Then, like a born and bred asshole, he added to the sheriff, "He writes murder mysteries.

I'm never wrong? Who besides Republican presidents and evil masterminds can say that with a straight face?

It means I know you, Adrien with an e , and I know you get reckless when you're impatient. You're paying for this investigation, and I'll keep you apprised every step of the way, but if you even think about going rogue on this one, I'm turning in my fedora and you can hire some other dick." I don't want any other dick . I closed my mouth on that one—metaphorically speaking—and said, "I don't know why the hell everyone seems to think I'm so reckless—

You're kind of a smart ass when you're not flat on your face.

Cops before breakfast. Before coffee even. As if Mondays weren't bad enough.

Love you? Of course I love you. Baby, I fucking worship you.

Anyone who wasn't half-stoned on pain meds would have instantly realized what a really bad idea this plan was, but since that didn't include me, I didn't worry about it.

Like true philosophers I've come to believe that religion is an illusion of childhood, outgrown after proper education.

Knowing and believing are two different things.

Rick said, "Is there some place we can go and talk?" "You want to talk?," Keir raised an eyebrow. "I never thought I'd see the day." "Nah, I want to tell you this joke I heard." Keir nodded, patient. "Shoot." "Two Irish cops walk into a bar. The first cop says..." Rick's voice dropped. He said gruffly, "I love you. Come home." Keir managed to keep his voice steady. "What's the other cop say?" The sweetness of Rick's smile was like a kick in his chest. "That's what I'm here to find out, boyo.

It was nearly five before Jake walked in. He was sunburnt, wet, and smelled faintly of fish. Sexy as hell. Don't ask me to explain.

He looked okay. No, to be honest. He looked a lot better than okay. He looked...fine. Fine, as in get the Chiffons over here to sing a chorus.

It wasn't merely fatigue. although it continued to worry me how tired i was all the time. I had a strange sense of missing something, of being in the wrong place - no matter where I was.

She shrugged another plump shoulder. "I never listened to Porter when he got going." Ah. At last. The secret to a successful marriage.

Just shut up and listen." "Well since you ask so nicely…." There was silence. I listened. He didn't say anything. "Are we communicating through the Psychic Hotline or what?

I can't figure out where you put all that," Tucker observed. "You eat like a horse." "It goes straight to my cock

I dug out the powder blue cashmere cardigan my mother Lisa gave me the Christmas before last, pulled on my oldest, softest Levi's. Comfort clothes; the next best thing to a hug from a warm, living body. Lately there had been a shortage of hugs in my life. Lately there had been a shortage of warm, living bodies.

do you have someone you can stay with? Hell, stay with your mother. The Pentagon doesn't have the security system she's got." I really would rather die. "I'm not putting my mother in the path of a serial killer. Thanks for the thought." "God help the serial killer who tackles your mother," Riordan muttered.

Peter is ... adjusting. He's back in school, and he's doing quite well. I wish you could find it in your heart to forgive him." "I've got this funny resentful streak about people who try to kill me.

I'm not insane. This is very simple, very straightforward. Provided he doesn't kill me, it's foolproof.

You know what I thought the first time I saw you?' 'No.' 'Point of no return.'

I was hoping you weren't gay. Or that you were only half-gay. Like Paul." "Uh...sorry," I said. "It's pretty much full-time now. The pay's not great, but the perks...

He scooped up Victoria practically before she hit the ground, well within the five-second rule. If she'd been a potato chip, he could have still eaten her. Not something I particularly wanted to contemplate.