You can't argue with math, Carter. You'll always lose.

I want to see you again." He stopped, took her face in his hands. "I need to see you again." Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. "Roarke, what's going on here?" "Lieutenant." He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. "indications are we're having a romance.

I don't think you tell someone you love them because you expect something. I think you tell them because you have something to give.

I don't fiddle or edit or change while I'm going through that first draft.

Look, if some guy dressed in his mother's clothes breaks in, fight him off until I get my pants back on.

You're excuses are so lame they're limping.

That has not yet been put to the test. I got my fourth-degree black belt this winter. When I make martial arts noises, thousands flee in terror. Don't test me." "Can you hear that? It's my knees knocking." "They're wise to fear me.