I Want You To Take Note, Commander,

I Hate Patience. Slows Everything Down.

And Each Book Has To Receive Your Best Effort Every Single Time. No Slacking.

I'd Always Loved To Read - And Come From A Family Of Readers - But I Never Thought About Writing As A Career.

Summerset, Don't You Ever Sleep?" "it's Lieutenant Dallas. She's--" Roarke Dropped His Briefcase, Grabbed Summerset By The Lapels. "has She Been Hurt? Where Is She?" "a Nightmare. She Was Screaming." Summerset Lost His Usual Composure And Dragged A Hand Over His Hair. "she Won't Cooperate. I Was About To Call Your Doctor. I Left Her In Her Private Suite." As Roarke Pushed Him Aside, Summerset Grabbed His Arm. "roarke, You Should Have Told Me What Had Been Done To Her." Roarke Merely Shook His Head And Kept Going. "i'll Take Care Of Her.

I Want You More Than I Should," She Heard Herself Say. "i Have You Less Than I Want.