Sofia

“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

“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

“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'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