romantic-suspense

You look like you should be on a Wheaties box with this haircut.

Silence hung between them, and Maddy's heartbeat picked up. She probably should have played it cool, but why bother? She wanted him.

What if you get called to a fire?_ __is eyes raked over her as he prepared to devour her. __et it burn.

He liked the way her smile infected him and infused a bit of heat into his cold bones__ warmth missing until he'd opened the door to her flower shop.

You seriously have a Dalmatian? Is that, like, mandatory for a firefighter?

Off-limits or not, she was beautiful. The type of beautiful he could fall for.

I__ have to be dead not to want you.

I have a slight oral fixation.

Do you know how long I__e waited for you to look at me this way?_ She assumed he was teasing her. __hat are you talking about? You didn__ even like me for most of the time we__e known each other._ He bent his head before turning to go, his voice low and confident in her ear. __r maybe I__ just that good of an undercover agent.

Mom was silent for a moment. ____ sorry, Melissa, but can you blame me for worrying? In less than an hour I found out you__e being stalked by a killer, sleeping with a stranger, and hiding with him in an empty apartment. You have to admit that sounds_unsettling.

Since you__e obviously in need of something to do, instead of shouting at me through this whole drill, isn__ there some tree you could fell with your bare hands, or a boulder somewhere that needs tossing?

He growled low in his throat. __ don__ think I can do this the nice way, Jessica.

What about you? Girlfriend? Wife? Kids? Perhaps a gaggle of towheaded, extra large boys who already excel at sports and know how to make fire with the ass end of a lightning bug?

So you__e saying the ball__ in my court._ He bent his head, stopping just before his mouth touched hers. __he ball has always been in your court, Jessica,_ he said huskily. __rom the first moment I walked up to you at the Academy._ She looked at him for a moment. Then she stood up on her tiptoes and leaned into him. The instant her lips touched his, John slid one hand to her waist and threaded the other in her hair. About damn time.

When do you leave?_ she asked. His fingers paused. __abor Day weekend._ So soon. Only two and a half weeks away. She nodded, going for a joke. __ood. That__ about when I was planning on getting sick of you, anyway._ __fft. I__ already counting down the minutes until I can make my escape from this room._ __t__ your room.

The man was more temperamental than she was. Not an easy feat. (Mina's view of Diego.)

Dark alleys, like social networks, are romantic, because you never know what might happen while I perform there every Caturday night. Cats do know, but won't tell. So don__ even ask.

Trust me. You__e a constant riddle with an ever-changing solution." ~ FBI Special Agent Clive Poole to Maggie Mae Castro