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I can't go through channels or use either my home or office units. The minute I tried to dig on the chief of police, I'd be flagged. And you're wondering if I have a secured, unregistered system. Of course I do. Of course, she muttered. A nonregistered system is in violation of Code four fifty-three-B, section thirty-five. I can't tell you how aroused it makes me when you quote codes, lieutenant.

There was Ireland in his voice, dreamy wisps of it that could, unexpectedly, wind around her heart.

U.N.? As in United Nations?" "No, U.N. as in Unidentified Numbskulls.

Jesus, Peabody." Amazed, Eve slid out into traffic. "You checked out her ass?" "I check out everyone's ass. It's a hobby." "Get a new one. Like . . . bird-watching or something." "Bird-watching? In New York?

Do I get a bonus for letting him grab my boob?" "Your boob, like the rest of you, belongs to the NYPSD. Besides, McNab's going to ride you like a racehorse first chance. That's your bonus." "You brought up sex and McNab!" "This once, also your bonus." "I've got this outfit at home Dolly would wear. I'm going to put it on tonight and—" "You didn't earn that big a bonus.

No way that was a act. She really is that gullible. She really is dumb as a sack of moondust. Yet very sweet. Eve rolled her eyes toward him. I think you have to have a penis to get that impression.

Great sweater, by the way. Cashmere?" Baffled, Eve looked down at her navy turtleneck. "I don't know. It's blue.

I hope I helped, but I have to tell you this sort of thing is a lot more exciting, and a lot less emotionally wearing, in a book than it is in real life." "You got that right.

She's whacked with happy, which kind of infects anyone within a ten-foot radius." She stuffed salad in her mouth to get it over with. "Like an airborne virus." "God, you romantic fool. No wonder I adore you.

You bought something. You shopped!" "I didn't shop. I purchased what is likely stolen merchandise, or gray-market goods. It's potential evidence.

Housewarming presents aren't usually human beings. We can have a debate on whether or not Summerset's human, but either way, I'll make an exception.

Roarke made some notations on the fax—a

Murder could happen, she thought as she drove to Cop Central, to anyone, anywhere, anytime.

He rose, pointed a finger at the cat when Galahad took a very casual step toward the table. Then pulled Eve in and kissed her. "Take care of my cop.

If being a f*ckhead was a crime, I'd have to lock up half of New York. And occasionally arrest myself.

The legalized torture of socializing lined right up with premeditated murder when you added the requirement of fancy shoes.

the table, heaved them to shower glass and petals

Brodie said. "I've done a little work on a few of your places.

People were a hazard to the damn human race.

You can't play trade the victim here, Dallas.

The wood's for friendship, the metal for love." He waited until Eve opened the lid to reveal the two silk-lined compartments within. "One part is for your memories, the other for your wishes.

You're not really mean. Eve hooked her thumbs in her front pockets. Am, too. Mean as spit, and don't you forget it.

The man was tall as a house and from the deepness of his complexion, a full black.

She's saying she doesn't know how to play football! Absolute shock vibrated in his voice. And she's heart-stopping serious!