And still she felt more confident at the prospect of taking on the Russian Mafia than she did attending a backyard barbecue.

Things have a way of falling into place.

Nothing worthwhile is ever without complications.

The doll, Dallas. You know, Barbie doll. Jeez, didn't you ever have dollies?" "Dolls are like small dead people. I have enough dead people, thanks.

What's your status?" she asked him. "Healthy, wealthy, and wise. What's yours?" "Ha. Mean, crafty, and rude.

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

Love didn't run on logic. It didn't follow neat lines or a list of priorities.