The wounded recognized the wounded.

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

No second chance?" A wry smile twisted Carrick's lips. "There might have been, had I not waited so long to take it.

The security officer smiled and said, ‘Good afternoon, ma’am,’ to me before I gave him ID.” “It’s a sick world, Eve.” He resisted taking her hand for another squeeze. “A sick, sad world.

The simple and most complex answer is love.

You don't find time to write. You make time. It's my job.

Oh thank you, Jesus." "It's Roarke." He tapped a finger on Eve's head. "You really shouldn't forget your own husband's name.