Three weeks hadn't changed Cop Central. The coffee was still poisonous, the noise abominable, and the view out of her stingy window was still miserable. She was thrilled to be back.

He wanted to be a poet,' someone else put in while Maggie hugged Tim and patted his back. 'Said he'd only lacked the words to be one.

Life's tough," Mia said with a shrug. "You play the cards you're dealt or you fold.

There were too many idiot men in the world, to her way of thinking. And most of them ended up bumping up against stubborn women.

I have no idea why it apparently takes three grown men to cook some hamburgers. One to cook, one to kibbitz, and one to insult the other two.

he wouldn't mention, now or then, the illegal nine-millimeter automatic he had in his pocket. Why distress the woman you loved with minor details?

I don't believe for one moment you can write well what you wouldn't read for pleasure.