Quotes About Tension

He was heading over the line when he strutted in here thinking he could rattle his federal balls at me.

She wondered why two people who loved each other to the point of stupid managed to aggravate each other as often as they seemed to.

Cops and food, she thought. Put them in the same room, invite chaos.

Do you always drive this way?" "What way?" "As if we're trying to outrun an earthquake.

Eve sucked air through her nose. The next person, the very next person, who says that is going to know my wrath. I'm on a first-name basis with your wrath, sir. I guess this isn't the best time to tell you that McNab and I are thinking of cohabitating. Oh my God. My eye. Desperate, Eve pressed her fist to the twitch. Not while I'm driving.

Stupid son of a bitch His droopy eyes went huge. What did you say to me? You heard me. You're too tight-assed. To stubborn, too stupid to put your feelings aside. I can't afford to lose a key member at this stage of the investigation. You know that, so don't come in here and tell me I've got cause to boot you. You're the one who's going to get a boot, right straight up your ass. You couldn't take me ten years ago, she shot back, you sure as hell can't take me now. Want to test that out, kid?

Her eyes met his in the mirror. When I take her down, she's going to pay for this. Eve tapped fingers lightly over her jaw. And she won't look so fucking pretty when I toss her in a cage. Girl fight? Can I watch? Pervert. She stepped away, into the shower, and ordered the jets on full at a blistering temperature.

Cut it out." She gave Peabody a shove. "You're making my eye twitch." "We're just sitting here." "I know sex giggles when I hear them." "I wasn't giggling." "Not you. Him." McNab just grinned at her. "Those were manly chuckles." "You're cops. Be cops.

Hastings hunched at the rickety table in Interview Room C, doing a pretty good job of looking bored. The dribbles of sweat along his temples were the only sign he was feeling the heat. Eve dropped into the chair across from him, flashed a big, friendly smile. Hey. Thanks for dropping by. Kiss my white, dimpled ass. As tempting as that is, I'm afraid I'm not allowed to make such personal contact. You kicked my balls, you oughta be able to kiss my ass. Rules are rules.

Roarke called here about a half an hour before you showed up." "He did?" "Real casual like. Asked about the baby, like that. I may not have seen it if I hadn't been looking, because he's just that good. But you're not the only one bleeding tonight.

As Eve strode down the bright white corridor of the dead, Peabody hustled beside her. Man, this place is always a little spooky, but this is beyond. You know how you half expect one of these bags to sit up and grab at you? No. Wait out here. If one of them makes a run for it, give me a call. I don't think that's particularly funny. And watching the still black bags warily, Peabody took her post at the door.

Marital discord, she decided, was like some sort of low-grade fever that threw the whole system just slightly out of whack so you couldn't manage to function at full capacity.

Jeez. Okay, okay, sorry I jumped on you. I'm a little tense. Would you tell me, since you're so brave and strong and smart, how you know this is the source?

I'm tired of every time I have a moment with you, you put murder between us." "There is murder between us." "No. If anything, that's what brought us here. Is that the problem? You can't shed Lieutenant Dallas long enough to feel?" "That's who I am." "Then that's who I want.

That works for now. Eve's stomach began to clench and jitter. There were tears swimming in her aide's eyes. Peabody's lips were quivering. What are you doing? she demanded. Nothing. Sir. How come you're going to cry? You know how I feel about crying on the job. I'm not crying. And it appalled her that she was on the edge of it. I just don't feel very well, that's all. I wonder, sir, if I could be excused from the briefing at sixteen hundred.

The fear of the Time Out, Dallas. It can't be overstated.

What are you smiling at?" she snapped at Roarke. "I'm a man, and I'm sitting here having coffee and cookies while two beautiful women snarl at each other. Being a man I'm required to wonder—perhaps imagine—whether there will soon be physical contact. Clothing may be ripped away. Why wouldn't I smile?

Weren't they a pair? Roarke thought, two veteran cops who've waded through blood and madness. But put a bit of sex on the table between them, and they're as fidgety as virgins at an orgy.

confrontation while lounging in bed.

Her body arched backward so forcefully that he almost lost her to the sea. He was so startled by her sudden

angled, straddled

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turbulent eyes. "I didn't realize.

I've been irritated since I met you.