Tell him I took the cat

He shook his head and eyed Roarke. "You don't look like a cop." "I'm not and thank you for noticing.

Some romantic you are," Caine complained as he pushed the door open with his back."Whatever happened to women who liked to be swept off their feet?" "They got dropped," Diana said flatly.

I was educated by the nuns. Guilt and discipline — combine those and you'll be pretty productive.

And since I’m marrying into the Quartet, I have certain privileges and duties. If you’re sleeping with Laurel—” “I’m not sleeping with Laurel. We’re dating.” “Right, and the two of you are just going to hold hands, admire the moon, and sing camp songs.” “For a while. Minus the singing.

- How is he in bed? Gladiator or poet? - Hmmm... A poetic gladiator.

If something isn't special, then it's ordinary.