Calculated in Death Quotes

“That's a lot of vegetables.
"It is, yes, and if you eat them like a good girl..." He lifted the silver lid on another plate, revealed a small pizza, with pepperoni arranged into a smiley face.
She tried to give him a stony stare, but the laugh won out. "You think you're cute, don't you, pal?"
"Adorable."
"In this case, you can have adorable. Ow!" She managed the stony stare when he slapped her hand away from the pizza.
"Vegetables first.”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated in Death

“Wow, colorful. I think the kid’s head plowed into me. He came at me like a mortar. Pow! Skull meets tits. Tits lose.”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated in Death

“She had an insult waiting for Summerset, who she knew would comment about her being home early. She’d say it was Mortician’s Day, and she’d taken off in his honor.
Quick and to the point.”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated in Death

“She broke off a piece of bacon and offered it to the cat who sat staring holes through her.
“For him, this is makeup sex. That’s all you get,” she said when Galahad inhaled the bacon then affectionately butted his head against her calf.

“Just FYI, if you let another man rub up against you, and I sniff it out, you won’t be able to buy me off with bacon.” He handed her the syrup pitcher so she could drown her French toast.
“So noted.”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated in Death

“You're still carrying Africa, but it's eroding at the edges.
Great. We're destroying the Dark Continent.”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated in Death

“Peabody waved her PPC triumphantly. “It’s the Kirk thing, The Enterprise thing. It reminded me I’d hit this name that made me snicker when I was running the van—the Cargo. Here it is. Tony Stark.”
“Oh, baby.” McNab blew her a double-handed kiss. “Good call.”
“It’s gotta be, right?” Peabody said to McNab. “It’s his style.”
“Who the hell is Tony Stark?” Eve demanded.
“Iron Man,” Roarke told her. “Superhero, genius, innovative engineer, and billionaire playboy.”
“Iron Man? You’re talking about a comic book guy?”
“Graphic novel,” Roarke and McNab said together.”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated in Death

“It’s going to work.”
“Classic,” Roarke said.
“What’s going to work? What’s classic? I want my jacket.”
“Forget it. You’re going to walk right up to Milo the Mole’s front door, and he’s going to answer.”
“I am? He is?”
“Damsel in distress, right?” Eve said to Roarke.
“A very alluring damsel. Clever, Lieutenant.”
“Oh, okay. I get it. I look like I’m in trouble—all alone, unarmed. Harmless. Girl. He opens up to find out what’s what. You should do it,” Peabody told Eve.
“You’re the one with the tits. Men are stupid for tits.”
“Harsh,” Roarke observed. “But largely true.”
“Plus, you’re the type, obviously, who appeals to skinny geeks.”
“Oh yeah,” McNab confirmed. “Completely.”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated in Death

“The wife’s gotta know. You can’t hook up like that for what looks like about six or seven years without the wife figuring it out. Unless she’s another idiot.
“I’m not an idiot.”

Smiling, Roarke continued to stroke. “I’ll keep that in mind when I decide to have a long-term affair.”
“Yeah, you do that. They’ll never find your body,” she murmured, then dropped into sleep.

His smiled warmed, and feeling well loved, he dropped off with her.”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated in Death

“Do I get a bonus for letting him grab my boob?”
“Your boob, like the rest of you, belongs to the NYPSD. Besides, McNab’s going to ride you like a racehorse first chance. That’s your bonus.”
“You brought up sex and McNab!”
“This once, also your bonus.”
“I’ve got this outfit at home Dolly would wear. I’m going to put it on tonight and—”
“You didn’t earn that big a bonus.”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated in Death

“But sitting in her own home, with a real meal, and a man who not only listened but got it? She’d won life’s trifecta.”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated In Death

“He’s enthusiastic,” Eve commented. “Yeah, but if you’re not excited about your work, life’s crap.”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated In Death

“The husband’s been pacing the floor for hours by now. Let’s go give him the bad news.” “I hate this part,” Peabody murmured. “When you don’t, it’s time to find another line of work.”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated In Death

“Let’s party.”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated in Death

“Yeah, but if you're not excited about your work, life's crap.”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated in Death

“Get rich quick is usually a scam and always for suckers.”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated In Death

“Mavis dated this guy for a while back in the day who looked like one of those garden gnomes. She said he went at it like a rabid mink. Don’t trust appearances”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated In Death

“Poverty wants much; but avarice, everything. PUBLILIUS SYRUS Money”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated In Death

“Money without honor is a disease. BALZAC”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated In Death

“Yeah, okay, that’s how I was leaning. I thought about Oberon, how she ran her department, all those cops—and used her handpicked to run her dirty cop sideline.”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated In Death

“And you were going to do that anyway.” “I was, yes.” He smiled at”
― J.D. Robb, Calculated In Death