Fantasy in Death (In Death, #30)

by J.D. Robb

“DO YOU THINK THE PENIS EVER GETS TIRED?” As she drove, Eve turned her head toward Peabody, tipped down the shades she rarely remembered to wear. “Whose?” “Anybody’s. I mean anybody with one. Does the penis ever just think: For God’s sake, pal, give it a rest? Or is it all: Woo-hoo! Here we go again!”

She wondered why two people who loved each other to the point of stupid managed to aggravate each other as often as they seemed to.

A lot of nasty things grow out of love if it isn’t ... tended right. Jealousy, hate, resentment, suspicion.”

In her life no one had ever put her so completely, so absolutely first.

“Sometimes you get lucky with who you let in your life. Sometimes you don’t. I’m feeling lucky today.”

“I know love, and what it does to you, for you. I know that it can bloom out of friendship, or that friendship can open out of love. Both are precious. And when you have both, there’s little that can’t be done.”