Quotes About Trust

changed expression. Wariness, maybe. I felt a body move so close it was skimming my own, and a warm hand protectively settled at the base of my neck. Without turning I knew it was Ranger.

Count me in." Jake put his things back in the rucksack, slung it over his shoulder, and stood up. "The kids can finish up this project." "You've taught them how to make land mines?" "I wouldn't be much of a grandfather if I didn't.

You would let nine million dollars sit under this concrete?' 'Yeah.' He toed the concrete. 'I like my floor. The guys did a good job on it. It's nice and smooth.' 'If we got married and you died, I'd have this floor up before your body got cold.' 'As long as you don't slit my throat while I'm sleeping.' He looked down at me. 'You wouldn't, would you?' 'Not for money.

Probably Ranger wouldn't even mind that I was here. After all, he's slept in my bed and used my shower. Of course, I was in them at the time.

Trust him," I said. Trust Superman, Spider-man, E.T., the Ghost of Christmas Present . . . whoever the hell.

I'd find you," Ranger said. He took my hand, kissed the palm, and got out of the car.

You'd lie to the pope." I caught myself halfway through the sign of the cross. "I almost never lie." Only when it's absolutely necessary. And on those occasions when the truth doesn't seem appropriate.

You don't look like a cop," I told him. "All the other guys wear suits." "I've been asked by the chief not to wear a suit. I look like a casino pit boss when I wear a suit. I don't inspire trust.

So rather than try to hide it, I've built it into your cover." "Which is what?" "You're my bodyguard and lover." She shook her head. "Just your bodyguard." "He'll never believe I'm not sleeping with you." "You aren't." "Even I find that unbelievable," Nick said.

I exchanged glances with my mother and Grandma. None of us wanted to tell my father about the contract on Grandma. "Mistaken identity," I said. "Prank," my mother said. "Damn aliens," Grandma said.

Ranger raised my bruised and bloody wrist to his mouth and kissed it.

I owe you." "We could use a baby-sitter next Friday." "I don't owe you that much.

It's good to have a Ranger," Lula said. "He's like a personal Spidey.

Carmen? I can hear her release the safety on her Glock when I get within two feet of her.

Ranger raised my bruised and bloody wrist to his mouth and kissed it. "I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but there

Riley stared at the vest and polo shirt. "Is this necessary?" "Protocol," Wesley said. Riley tugged the shirt over her head and shoved her arms into the vest. "This isn't going to be dangerous, is it? The vest is just a formality, right?" "Right," Emerson said. "There's nothing to worry about." One of the men handed Riley an AR-15 assault rifle. "Just in case," he said.

Some men enter a woman's life and screw it up forever.

Did they probe you yet?" Xandy asked Riley. "They always get around to probing you. That's what the other abductees tell me, anyway.

My grandmother likes you. My mother worries that you might be related to Satan.

I'm not driving you anymore," Lula said to me. "Every time I take you somewhere, people shoot at us." "Not every time.

Lula got into line, and I relaxed in Ranger's Mercedes. Vlatko was out of the picture. Ranger was safe. I was wearing my own underwear. Life was good.

Morelli was like the post office. He always delivered. If the delivery vehicle ran out of gas, there was no need to panic. Morelli had battery backup.

Something's going down," I said to Morelli. "All the players are here. Maybe we should call the police." "I'm the police.

You can trust a woman who likes s'mores," I said. "It's the gooey factor.