Quotes About Riley

Criminy, Emerson. That's even worse," Riley said. "Who asks someone he's just met if she'd like to see his thimbles? That's serial killer creepy." Emerson

Riley had been in the interrogation room for six hours. For most people, this would have been a terrible hardship. Even a few weeks ago, Riley herself would have seen it as a nightmare. Now she just thought it was a nice place to sit down and take a rest. After all, she wasn't climbing down a rope into a dark cavern or getting pushed over a cliff, tied up in a car.

If you know anything about James Whitcomb Riley, you know that Little Orphan Annie is one of the most fantastic characters who ever lived in America before Charlie Chaplin.

I have to see him and Trevor Ogilvie on Monday. Both senior partners at once. Good for you. I hope Jack's in trouble up to his neck. They're being blackmailed. Blackmail? Riley said, his voice full of disbelief. Jack? There's stuff out there that's even worse than the stuff everybody knows about him?

He picked up the biscuit box and said, Come on, Marlene. Back into hiding in case somebody comes looking for you, although only God knows why anybody would. Marlene? Nell said. I'm not calling anything SugarPie, Riley said. That's obscene.

she walked into her bathroom, stripped, and entered the shower. The door opened a minute later to expose Riley standing there, beer in hand. Scraping damp strands of red off her face, she glared at him. "I don't remember giving you an invitation." "You said to amuse myself while you shower." A slow, slow, deliciously slow smile. It said gotcha

Mercy's eyes held equal parts shock, and delight. " Riley. " He felt his lips stretch even wider. "I think we need to celebrate with some brand-new etchings." His cat's laugh was surprised and warm and the sound of home. "It's your etchings that got us into this position.

Wait," Hawke said, before taking a sip. "Which redhead are we saluting? My redhead, Mercy, Faith, or your future spawn?" "All of them." Riley spread his arms expansively. "And I'll thank you to call my spawn pups or cubs, or pupcubs." "Pupcubs." Hawke mused. "I like it." From her chair on the porch, Mercy shook her head at Sienna. "The boys are drunk.

Mercy kicked out a leg and spun, hitting her target--her favorite tree. She called it Riley, having been driven to kick it after their first real meeting.

An entire pack of male juveniles cornered me the other day to ask if I didn't think leopards were good enough for me... When I pointed out that I could gut them all with a butter knife but that I might have difficulty doing the same to Riley, they turned green. You might have to pet a few later on -- I think I scared them off sex with leopard females.

Are you going to break my trust again, Riley?" There could be no mistakes, no blurred lines here. He met her eyes full on. "Not on purpose. Never on purpose." He took a deep breath. "But I'm likely to fuckup when the wolf's riding me.