Quotes About Relationship

He's a fine young man, and one who loves you without restrictions. Finding a mate, a true one, is a rare and precious thing." And the heart of the heart, she thought. Yes, he'd found that, too. "I don't even know how it happened, but even when he pisses me off, I'm grateful every day it did." "The best possible description for a good marriage.

She broke off a piece of bacon and offered it to the cat who sat staring holes through her. "For him, this is makeup sex. That's all you get," she said when Galahad inhaled the bacon then affectionately butted his head against her calf. "Just FYI, if you let another man rub up against you, and I sniff it out, you won't be able to buy me off with bacon." He handed her the syrup pitcher so she could drown her French toast. "So noted.

Water lapped as she sat forward. "Don't play games with me, Roarke." "Eve, it's my fondest wish to do just that.

I'm not afraid of you, Roarke. Aren't you? He moved closer, curling his hands on the lapels of her shirt. What do you think will happen if you step over the line? Too much, she murmured.

Worrying about me won't help you get your job done. Who says I'm worried? He stayed where he was; simply held out his hand. She crossed to him, took it, gripped hard. When I met you, she said carefully, I didn't want you in my life. You were one big complication. Every time I looked at you, or heard your voice, or so much as thought about you, the complication got bigger. And now? Now? You are my life. She gave his hand one last squeeze, then released. Okay, enough mushy stuff. Olympus.

Played nice while she worked things out. You're married to a guy thirty years, you've got a serious investment. Gonna irritate you when he trades you in." "I'll keep that in mind." "Me, I don't hire hits." She looked up at his mouth-watering face. "I'd give you the basic courtesy of killing you myself.

You changed my life, she said again. At least part of it. I'm beginning to see it's the best part of it. I want you to know that. I want you to remember that when we get back and things settle into routine, if I forget to let you know what I feel or what I think or how much you mean to me. Touched, he pressed his curved lips to her brow. I won't let you forget. Come to bed. You're tired.

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.

Why is that? Why do we love each other?" "Because we are what we are, and we're both okay with it.

You know how I love being referred to as your fancy piece." "Sometimes you're my love muffin." He managed a strangled laugh. She could, at the oddest times, surprise him.

You and Roarke have a different couple dynamic." "What the hell does that mean?" "Well." Peabody slid her eyes over to Eve's profile. "That was a nice way of saying neither one of you would let the other get away with holding back. Something's going on with one of you, the other sniffs it out and hammers away until it's all out there. You're both nosy, and just mean enough not to let the other one slide by.

Darling Eve.

I'd trust you a hell of a lot more if you didn't refer to her as an old friend when we both know she was a hell of a lot more What she was is nearly a dozen years in the past. Years before I ever set eyes on you. Now simple bafflement joined the irritation and the ice. Christ Jesus, are you jealous of a woman I haven't spoken to, seen, or thought of in years? Even only looked at him for one long moment. You're thinking of her now

I married a cop." "I told you not to." Now he laughed, and kissed her again where her brow had furrowed. "And would I listen? I'm damn good at being married to a cop.

Listen, if I can manage it, I'll try to swing home this afternoon for a bit. To—I don't know—help you out or something. His smile was warm and gorgeous. See there. You're acting like a wife. Shut up. I like it, he said, backing her against the door. Quite a bit. Next thing I know you'll be down in the kitchen, baking. Next thing you know I'll be kicking your ass, and you'll be the one who needs round-the-clock care. Can we play doctor?

At least I'm not asking you to go to six o'clock Mass with me in the morning." "Darling Eve, to get me to do that the amount and variety of the sexual favors required are so many and myriad even my imagination boggles." "I don't think you can exchange sexual favors for Mass attendance. But if I decide to go check it out, and I get the chance, I'll ask the priest.

He'd wanted her. Out of all the women in the world, he'd wanted her. Wanted, hell, she thought grinning now. Pursued, demanded. Taken. And while she could admit all of that was exciting, he'd gone one step further. He cherished. She'd never believed anyone would, or could. And had never believed there was enough inside her to give all of those things back. (Lt. Eve Dallas)

But sitting in her own home, with a real meal, and a man who not only listened but got it? She'd won life's trifecta.

And that, she thought as he left her, summed up the miracle of her life. She had a home with him, and he'd be there.

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.

I don't know. I never looked." "Now that hurts." With a laugh, Louise leaned back against the counter. "You don't even bother to look, and you end up with Roarke." "He just got in my way. Couldn't get around him, so I figured I might as well keep him.

You won't forget me, Eve. You'll think of me, perhaps not fondly, but you'll think of me. I'm in the middle of a murder investigation. You're part of it. Sure, I'll think of you. Darling, he began, and watched with amusement as his use of the endearment knitted her brow. You'll be thinking of what I can do to you.

Damn it, Roarke, he's going to come back and poke at me, and try to make me drink one of his weird brews. I just need a hot shower. Let me up. Have a heart." "I do, and it's yours.

But he knows me better than I figured. He knows she matters to me." "And he'll count on that messing you up. You gonna let it?