More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“He’s barely an acquaintance, but I can confirm, yes, a wanker, and a git on top of it.
“So no business with him?” He turned those amazing blue eyes on her. “I rarely do business with wankers.”
“Your building.” “It is, yes.” “So you don’t do business with wankers, but you rent to them?” “I imagine I rent to scores of wankers, as even they need a roof over their heads.”
“I was going to say polka dots don’t change their spots, but sometimes they can. They do. You’re married to a cop, and I’m living in an urban castle.” He stopped the car, leaned over to kiss her. “Polka dots are spots.” “Until they get smeared and blend together. Then they’re splotches.” “That’s both true and confusing,” he decided. “So we’ve smeared our spots into splotches for each other.”
“You do know it’s leopards that don’t change their spots, not polka dots?” “A leopard’s born, lives, and dies a leopard, so that’s that.” “That’s rather the point of the adage.” “Why need an adage on something that’s just that? It’s a waste of words. If people didn’t have stupid sayings about the obvious, they wouldn’t waste so many words and talk so damn much.”
A gut-hunch that potentially tied a wanker—an excellent word—
“Dumb-asses.” The uniform shook his head. “But they got balls. Probably shriveled up right now, but they got ’em.”
Banks had definitely favored naked people, but he’d displayed landscapes, cityscapes, seascapes, still lifes. She didn’t get the still-life tag. Weren’t all paintings still?
“You’re still a little pissed off, but now you’re worried on top of it. It’s hard to be both.” Oh aye, his cop knew her nuances, he mused as he chose a shirt, gray as storm clouds. “I’ll manage.” “Because you’re good at multitasking.” “There is that,” he agreed,
They’re gamblers. Three’s a lucky number, right?” “All numbers are lucky when you hit them.
“Can we come in?” “Sorry, sure.” He backed up. “I’m a little distracted. I wasn’t expecting cops at the door. I guess no one does.” “Criminals sometimes do,”
He got on the ’link to thank me for taking him to his mom. And he said—I thought you’d like to know—a ninja woman saved him.” “‘Ninja woman.’” Eve let out a snorting laugh. It hurt her bruised chest a little, but it was worth it.
