It's About Us. It's About Trust.

Roarke's Brow Cocked As He Noted Casto Take In The Black Satin That Slithered Over Eve's Body. In The Manner Of Men Or Unfriendly Male Dogs, Roarke Showed His Teeth.

There's An Oatmeal Cookie In There. I See No Reason For The Existence Of Oatmeal, Particularly In Cookies.

You Know What, The Jacket’s Like The Car.” "“is This A Riddle?” " , "“no,” Peabody Said As Eve Swiped The Master.","“it’s An", "ordinary Thing—well, Special, But A Jacket, Right? And The Car, It’s Ordinary, It Even Looks It. But Both Of Them Have The Special Inside. Cop Special Especially, You Know? He So Gets You. That’s Even Better Than A Just-because Present.”", "“you’re Right. He Does. And It Is.” Inside, Eve Paused Another Moment. “he’s Worried About Me.”", [j.d. Robb, Celebrity In Death]

It Does Not Make You Less Of A Woman To Need A Man. To Need One To Exist, Yes, This Is Nonsense. To Need One To Give One Scope And Importance, This Is Dishonest. But To Need A Man, One Man, To Bring Joy And Passion? This Is Life

A Relationship Isn't Something That Has To Be Created In A Day Or Perfected In A Day. Part Of The Game Is To Keep Working On It. It's Something That'll Always Be Just A Little Flawed.