He Won't Be One Of Those Girlishly

She Could And Had Faced An Armed Laser In The Hands Of A Mad Mutant Mercenary With Less Fear Than She Faced Such Unswerving Emotion.

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.

Have I Missed A National Holiday? There Must Be Celebrations In The Streets For You To Be Home At This Hour Of The Day." "i'm Calling It Summerset Goes Mute Day. The City's Gone Mad With Joy.

What's Your Status?" She Asked Him. "healthy, Wealthy, And Wise. What's Yours?" "ha. Mean, Crafty, And Rude.

Why?” He Tilted His Head. “that’s A Tricky One. Could It Be Your Serenity, Your Quiet Manner, Your Flawless Fashion Sense?” It Did His Heart Good To See Her Quick, Amused Grin. “no, I Must Be Thinking Of Someone Else. It Must Be Your Courage, Your Absolute Dedication To Balancing Scales, That Restless Mind, And That Sweet Corner Of Your Heart That Pushes You To Care So Much About So Many.” “that’s Not Me.” “oh, But It Is You, Darling Eve.