If You Don't Go After What You

She Was Tough In The Best Sense Of The Word. She'd Taken Blows, The Disappointments, And Had Worked Her Way Through Them. Some People, He Knew, Would Have Buckled Under, Found A Clutch, Or Given Up. But She Had Carved A Place For Herself And Made It Work.

‘was That Like A Cookie?’ She Wondered. ‘hmmm?’ ‘you Know, Have A Cookie. You'll Feel Better.’ She Put Her Hands On Either Side Of His Face, Lifting It As He Laughed. ‘were You Making Me Feel Better?’ ‘i Certainly Hope So. It Worked For Me.’ He Dipped His Head To Kiss Her Lightly. ‘i Wanted You. I Always Do.’ ‘it's Funny How Men Can Wake Up With Their Brains In Their Cocks.’ ‘it Makes Us What We Are.’ Still Chuckling, He Rolled Her Over Him, Patted Her Butt. ‘let's Take A Shower. I'll Give You Another Cookie.’

You Mess With One Quinn, You Mess With Them All.

Eve: "she Had Big Plans For Me. Kind Of A Pet, I Imagine. Like William. Her Little Trained Dog. And With You Dead, She Figured I'd Inherit All Your Goodies. You're Not Going To Do That To Me Are You?" Roarke: "what, Die?" Eve: "leave Me All This Stuff." Roarke: "only You Would Be Annoyed By That.

God Is Dead And I Am His Replacement.