Julia

“Those boys just want to get in your pants," he said. "You know that, right?" [...]

"That's not true," Tiffany said.

Well, of course it was true. But if Tiffany didn't know this, now was not the time to clue her in.

"How do you know we weren't trying to get in their pants?" I asked.”
― Jennifer Echols, Going Too Far

“I opened a writing app and began typing what I knew about Pierce.
Vain. Terminal fear of T-shirts or any other garment that would cover his pectorals.
Deadly. Doesn't hesitate to kill. Holding him at gunpoint would result in me being barbecued. Whee.
Likes burning things. Now here's an understatement. Good information to have, but not useful for finding him.
Antigovernment. Neither here nor there.
Hmm. So far my best plan would be to build a mountain of gasoline cans and explosives, stick a Property of US Government sign on it, and throw a T-shirt over Pierce's head when he showed up to explode it. Yes, this would totally work.”
― Ilona Andrews, Burn for Me

“I can't protect you from mean people, because they're everywhere, but I would be nice. That much, I can promise."

"Fine," she said. "If I"m pregnant, you can marry me." He folded his harms and contemplated her motionlessly from the dark. Then said,

"Not that nice.”
― Judith Ivory, Untie My Heart

“I tried to gauge the cop's reaction. I couldn't see a thing. His dark eyes could have been laughing at me, or considering how I would look when I got out of prison just in time to join the AARP.

"Interesting," he said. "You've broken a lot of laws tonight."

Definitely laughing at me.”
― Jennifer Echols, Going Too Far