"Flash fire." She turned her head as far as she could, trying to look at him. "I don't know what that means." He shifted on the branch. "First time I was on a submarine, we had a flash fire. It's a com..."
- Dana Marton
"She growled. He gave her a considering look. "That's almost sexy."
"I can't find the words." She stared daggers at him. "Don't hurt yourself trying."
"You're not horribly terrible." He shook his head at her. "You say the nicest things." He held her gaze for a moment. "You're not trying to get into my pants, are you?"
"She blinked at him, mouth open. "Do you really think it's wise to insult a woman who's holdin' a needle this far away? - she held her fingers an inch apart - "From your Grand Master of Ceremonies?"
- Julie Ann Walker
"His voice still had the rasp of desire as he asked, "If I disappear, will you come and find me?"
"She sighed. "You're not without fault, but you're not rotten. Although you're very disorderly. You're pigheaded, cocky beyond bearing, arrogant." She stopped when she realized she'd just said the same..."
"If we were in a spreadsheet, we'd be in different columns." She'd be under uptight/nerdy/homely girls, and he'd be under badass men with bodies of..um..Navy SEALS. He grunted. "Just so you know, I hat..."
"I hope we'll be friends." His grin was pure sin.... She stuck with the truth. "I hope we won't be enemies."
"She wasn't entirely sure if she was being rescued or kidnapped."