Summerset, don't you ever sleep?" "It's Lieutenant Dallas. She's--" Roarke dropped his briefcase, grabbed Summerset by the lapels. "Has she been hurt? Where is she?" "A nightmare. She was screaming." Summerset lost his usual composure and dragged a hand over his hair. "She won't cooperate. I was about to call your doctor. I left her in her private suite." As Roarke pushed him aside, Summerset grabbed his arm. "Roarke, you should have told me what had been done to her." Roarke merely shook his head and kept going. "I'll take care of her.
Nora RobertsSo, youโre hitting on Clare the Fair.โ โIโm not hitting on her. Iโm exploring the possibility of seeing her on social terms.โ โHeโs hitting on her,โ Owen said around a mouthful of chips. โYouโve still got that thing you had for her back in high school. Are you still writing bad song lyrics about heartbreak?โ โSuck me. And they werenโt that bad.โ โYeah, they were,โ Ryder disagreed. โBut at least now we donโt have to listen to you playing your keyboard and howling them down the hall.
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