Concrete Evidence Quotes

“I wasn’t hitting on you. I was merely stating a fact: your ass is perfect.”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence

“a reminder that darkness could expose as much as it hid.”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence

“The beads in her hair sparkled in the streetlight, and her sad gray eyes tore at him. He was head over heels in love with her, yet every choice he’d made had hurt her. His heart beat heavily. This could be the most important moment of his life—his only chance to win her back. He cleared his throat. “We’re not done.”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence

“Erica might be sexy as hell, but she was still a liar.”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence

“Excellent. Nothing said incompetent quite like the inability to use Google.”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence

“Great. A slacker career student and Indiana Jones wannabe. The changed majors explained his age, which had to be closer to thirty than twenty.”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence

“why women agreed to be arm candy. No matter how smart, no matter how successful, there was a heady ego boost and sense of personal power that came with the role. Lee”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence

“Ricky had been born in Canada. His father was Cuban and mother French Canadian. Ricky wasn’t a natural-born American. Hell, he wasn’t even an American citizen. By constitutional law Ricky Guerrero couldn’t be President of the United States of America.”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence

“have an idea. A way we can turn public opinion in her favor. But I’ll only tell you on one condition.” “What’s that?” “I wanna be best man.” He smiled. “Deal.”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence

“Christ, he may have fallen for a thief.”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence

“She didn’t trust him, which was maddening enough. But worse, he couldn’t trust her.”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence

“His eyes conveyed nothing but fury. “I wouldn’t say no to a fuck right now, but I’m still going to ask about the box of Jell-O.”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence

“You told me to be an incompetent, indecisive, Indiana Jones wannabe,” Lee said. “I’m the intern from hell. I hate me.”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence

“You needed money. I needed an underwater archaeologist to get the permit. Win-win.”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence

“LEE RAN THROUGH HIS LIST of required personality traits: flaky, check; Indiana Jones wannabe, check; annoying to his new supervisor, check twice. Not bad for his first hour in the office. His cover story was in place, and Janice and Erica had accepted him at face value.”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence

“November 1952 US Army Garrison Fort Belmont, Maryland HE ARRIVED AT REGINA GUERRERO’S house at the usual time. As he walked up the front path, he waved to her son, Ricky, who played in the yard. The four-year-old grinned, his wide brown eyes the only part of his face not covered in dirt. Gina needed to take better care of that kid.”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence

“I’m sorry, I meant to say, ‘This is Alexandra, who has agreed to fill my evening with witty banter and interesting observations on the arts, mathematics, and string theory. That she looks good while doing so is irrelevant.”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence

“She faced him. “I have to, Lee. In a few weeks, you’ll be gone. Until then, there’s nothing more between us than sex.” “You mean really great sex.” She let out a short, painful laugh. “Spectacular sex. But that’s all this is. Hell, my biological clock will be going off soon. What would you do then?” “Get rid of the condoms.”
― Rachel Grant, Concrete Evidence