The more time I spent with him, the more I knew the feelings weren't going away.

Inwardly, I gouged my eyes out.

If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.

Gosh, it was nice talking to you, but I’ve got a lot of things I’d rather be doing. Like sticking my hand in the garbage disposal.

Touch her,” he said in Scott’s ear, his voice low and threatening, “and it’ll be the biggest regret of your life.

You picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Familiarity. Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct.

I needed him like I'd never needed anyone.