Innocent in Death (In Death, #24)

by J.D. Robb

She wondered if he’d gone horseback riding with Magdelana. She wondered how many times he’d ridden Magdelana.

“If you say a word to me, just one fucking word, I’ll yank that stick out of your ass and beat you bloody with it.”

You’re not just the center of my world, Eve.” He kissed her brow, her temples, her lips. “You’re the whole of it.”

“It’s your fault I love you like this.” For a moment, she pressed her face to his shoulder. “That I’m stupid with it.”

“She rarely slaps. A good bare-knuckled punch is more her style.”

“The waters,” he said, “were not receptive.” “If they had been, I’d have drowned her in them already.” “Darling, that’s so…you.”

“You can do the fear of God thing, but see, you can’t see Him, and most people feel He’s not going to really—what is it—smite them. You, however, are flesh and blood, and would do a lot worse than a smite. You’re a lot scarier than God.”