Quotes About Protection

Roarke glanced over at the monitor briefly, saw Eve on screen facing a woman who'd tried to make herself her twin. The hair, the eyes. She didn't come close, he thought, then forced himself to look away from the beat of his heart, and work to save her. Roarke tuned it out, all of it. Just the sound of Eve's voice - not the words, just the sound of her voice - was all he let in as he worked to lift the most important lock of his life.

Then we'd better stop her. Coating the hammering fear with calming ice, Roarke worked precisely. I'm not losing my wife today. I need more shagging light here.

No matter your race, creed, sexual orientation, or political affiliation, we protect and serve. Because you could get dead.'" "Even if you were an asshole. We added an addendum." On

If you knew her, you'd understand Eve is no one's mark. Regardless, I wouldn't betray her for anything. Or anyone.

You were forthcoming, articulate, and gave the details. You're alibied up to your gonads--Oh, sorry. Not a problem, I like knowing that part of my anatomy is protected.

He'd tended her wounds, as she had his, and knew she healed well, healed fast. His resilient, hardheaded cop. But there were parts inside that tough, disciplined body that remained fragile—perhaps always would. And those vulnerable places pulled at him to protect, to comfort, to do anything he could to spare her a bruise or blow. The vulnerability undid him even as the strength brought him pride. And the whole of her brought him love beyond the measuring of it.

Take care of my cop.

In that case I'll just finish it out so you can swallow it all in one lump. I love you, and I need you every bit as much as you love and need me. Maybe I don't say it as often or show it as smoothly, but that doesn't make it any less true. If it pricks your ego to know that I'd protect you, that's just too bad.

And you figure because the two of you don't rub smooth she'll let things slide? Her eyes, colored to match her hair were round and sad. That's jerk thinking, Sumerset. Dallas'll work till she drops to do right by you, and I figure you know it. If somebody came after you, she'd step between and take the hit, because that's who she is. I figure you know that, too.

Cops are good at keeping secrets.

He didn't say his first thought, always, was: Is she home? Is she safe?

She was a cop, a Homicide lieutenant with eleven years on the job protecting and defending the hard, merciless streets of New York. There was little she hadn't seen, touched, smelled, or waded through. Because people, to her mind, would always and could always find more inventive and despicable ways to kill their fellow man, she knew just what torments could be inflicted on the human body. But bloody and brutal murder was nothing compared to giving birth.

Roarke sipped, smiled. I believe Webster and I have a reasonable understanding. I can't fault him for being attracted to my wife, as I'm very attracted to her myself. And he knows that if he puts his hands on what's mine again, I'll break every bone in his body into small, jagged pieces. It works well for us.

Full-out guts. That's what I first admired about you. Now it terrifies me." For the first time she moved to him, laid a hand on his cheek. Almost as soon as she had, she dropped her hand and stepped back again, embarrassed. "I've been a cop for ten years, Roarke, never had more than some bumps and bruises. Don't worry about it." "I think you're going to have to get used to having someone worry about you, Eve.

I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection. —Sigmund Freud

This guy knows his electronics, so he took basic precautions with his personal data, but—take a hike, She-Body, this is my area.

Nobody should let cops like you slide. You think the badge is some sort of protection for you? Some sort of hammer you can toss around? It's your fucking responsibility, your goddamn duty, not your cushion and not your weapon.

No, prudent people didn't leave their feelings hanging out; didn't leave themselves vulnerable.

NO MATTER YOUR RACE, CREED, SEXUAL ORIENTATION, OR POLITICAL AFFILIATION, WE PROTECT AND SERVE, BECAUSE YOU COULD GET DEAD.

Now that I'm a mother I understand being one means the most important thing in the world is keeping your child safe, well, happy.

She covered her hands with her face

A mother protects her child above all. She also has to let her go, but not without being sure her child is prepared and armed and ready. If you couldn't admit to yourself and to me those fears, those doubts, you couldn't be ready. Now I can let you go, even wishing I could stop you

it. Stay together. I don't want either of you coming back with holes in you.

Another time, another place, I'd back you to that wall right there, or any place you wanted to go, and do everything in my power to wipe him from your mind.