Roarke had to force himself not to snatch her up as she swept through the hallowed Senate halls. Members of the media were already leaping toward her, but she cut through them as if they weren’t there. “I like your style, Lieutenant Dallas,” he said when they’d fought their way to the car. “I like it a lot. And by the way, I don’t think I’m in love with you anymore. I know I am.

I don't base any character on a real person, and really don't do composites either. I make them up.

You spend your life getting walked on, you learn to recognize the tread.

So does that mean you're going to fall in love with me again? What makes you think i ever stopped?

He won't be one of those girlishly pretty men with curly gold hair...He'll be dark, dangerous, too. Brave, certainly, but not without flaws. I like my heroes human.

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

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