Eve And Roarke Quotes

“For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair.

"I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it."

With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty.
Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark.

He never slept first.”
― J.D. Robb, Ceremony in Death

“Drop the fucking weapon, you fucking motherfucker or I'll fucking scramble your fucking brains. Hands up! Hands where I can fucking see them, you fucking cocksucker. You fucking breathe wrong, you fucking blink wrong, and I will fuck you up.

Fucker." Jacobsen snarled it as he shoved Marcell to the ground. "On your fucking face, you fucking shit coward. Stream my lieutenant in the fucking back? Fuck you.”
― J.D. Robb, Treachery in Death

“I want to keep you, till the end of days.”
― J.D. Robb, Delusion in Death

“I know you love me, but I don't know why. I look at you, and I just can't get why it's me. Every time I get my balance, I lose it again. Because it shouldn't be me, and I think it'd kill me if you ever figured that out.”
― J.D. Robb, Loyalty in Death

“With a sigh, he pulled out his link.
"What are you doing?"
"Ordering pizza -- for your division -- and more for the E and B team. And don't give me any bloody grief about it. I'm a bit on edge here as I couldn't get through the bloody, buggering door for more than five minutes -- and that was after Feeney started on it before me. And my wife about to be blown to bits on the other side."
She knew the fear, the soul-emptying terror of it. She'd felt it for him a time or two. All she could do now was try to ease it.
"I wasn't going to let that happen."
"Weren't you now?"
"Nope. I wasn't going to let the last words I said to you be 'Later, honey.'"
Since it made him laugh, she sat back, closed her eyes for one blessed moment while she heard him ordering twenty-five (good God!) large pies with a variety of toppings.”
― J.D. Robb, Obsession in Death

“I'm so proud of you, and so amused at your discomfort in being recognized for you dedication and skill."

"Amused? Here's another funny for you. You're getting a medal, too."

He dropped her hand. "What? I'm a civilian, as you continually remind me."

"The Civilian Medal of Merit, and they don't given them out like candy, pal, especially to shady characters."

"I don't think it's appropriate."

She loved it, just loved when he turned all dignified.

"Oh, it is, and how I get to be amused. You're the one who started sticking his nose in, then his whole body. Now you're going to have to stand up there on Wednesday afternoon - fourteen hundred, so put that in your book - and take what you get. And I'm pretty damn proud of you, too, so suck it up.”
― J.D. Robb, Thankless in Death

“You changed my life," she said again. "At least part of it. I'm beginning to see it's the best part of it. I want you to know that. I want you to remember that when we get back and things settle into routine, if I forget to let you know what I feel or what I think or how much you mean to me."
Touched, he pressed his curved lips to her brow. "I won't let you forget. Come to bed. You're tired.”
― J.D. Robb, Rapture in Death

“Normally, I admire your kick-in-the-face style, Lieutenant. But try that with this, and the two of us will be making love in heaven tonight."

"Heaven wouldn't have either of us”
― J.D. Robb, Loyalty in Death

“He knew he was slipping. Blood was dripping down his arm, through his fingers. He'd faced death before, was no stranger to the sensation of knowing this breath, this one breath, could be the last you drew.

But he'd be damned if it would. Not when his woman was watching him with terrified eyes, calling to him, risking her life to save his. He set his teeth, gave his injured arm his weight. Pain swam sickly in his head, into his gut as he reached up to her.

And her hand gripped his, firm and strong.”
― J.D. Robb, Loyalty in Death

“I'd trust you a hell of a lot more if you didn't refer to her as an old friend when we both know she was a hell of a lot more"

"What she was is nearly a dozen years in the past. Years before I ever set eyes on you." Now simple bafflement joined the irritation and the ice. "Christ Jesus, are you jealous of a woman I haven't spoken to, seen, or thought of in years?"

Even only looked at him for one long moment. "You're thinking of her now”
― J.D. Robb, Innocent in Death

“You and Roarke have a different couple dynamic.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Well.” Peabody slid her eyes over to Eve’s profile. “That was a nice way of saying neither one of you would let the other get away with holding back. Something’s going on with one of you, the other sniffs it out and hammers away until it’s all out there. You’re both nosy, and just mean enough not to let the other one slide by.”
― J.D. Robb, Judgment in Death

“(Roarke) "Those who can't, teach. Isn't there some saying along those lines?"
(Eve) She gave him a blank look. "If you can't do something, how the hell can you teach somebody else to do it?”
― J.D. Robb, Portrait in Death

“Eyes on hers, he flicked her shoulder. Her mouth fell open.
She started stomping the floor.
"What in God's name are you doing?" he demanded.
"Trying to kill the giant tarantula, because the only reason I can figure you just fucking flicked me is because there was a big, fat spider on my shoulder.”
― J.D. Robb, Treachery in Death

“I keep thinking, well, this'll settle down. It's bound to level off and settle down. But it doesn't. Even when things are just going smooth and we're just....living, I can look at you, and I've got no breath left."

"Every minute with you, I'm alive. I never knew before there were pieces of me unborn, just waiting for you. I'm alive with you, Eve"

She sighted, touched his cheek. "We'd better get out of here. We're getting mush all over the pool.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“Roarke called here about a half an hour before you showed up.”
“He did?”
“Real casual like. Asked about the baby, like that. I may not have seen it if I hadn’t been looking, because he’s just that good. But you’re not the only one bleeding tonight.”
― J.D. Robb, Innocent in Death

“No way that was a act. She really is that gullible. She really is dumb as a sack of moondust."

"Yet very sweet."

Eve rolled her eyes toward him. "I think you have to have a penis to get that impression.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“Christ Jesus Eve. The girl's shattered like glass, and it'll take a blood miracle to put her together again. And you're standing here talking about fucking games?"
She met fire with ice. "Obviously your heartstrings are playing a tune."
"It might be because I have them," he shot back. "Because I'm not so caught up trying to win some shagging game that I consider a young woman a logical choice. She's still alive, Lieutenant. She's not on your side of the board yet."
"Why don't you go back to the waiting area. You can all join hands. Maybe hold a prayer meeting. You go ahead and do that while the one who put her in the OR is chuckling up his sleeve. I've got better things to do."
She strode away, steeling both her heart and belly against the hurt. It wasn't just the body she thought that could shatter. And it wasn't only fists and pipes and bats that could shatter it.”
― J.D. Robb, Fantasy in Death

“She now had a small army of cops to—if they actually found the bastard—take down one man.

But she understood the sentiment, and the need. You came for one, you came for all.”
― J.D. Robb, Shadows in Death