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“Roarke: "Darling, before we shift into the official mode, what do you have on under that dress?"
Eve: "A device designed to drive men wild."
Roarke: "It's working. I don't believe I've ever seen your butt move quite that way."
Eve: "It's a cop's butt now, ace, so watch it."
Roarke: "I am." He smiled, gave it a nice solid smack. "Believe me.”
― J.D. Robb, Immortal in Death

“I can’t let her stand trial.â€� Her head lolled; she snapped it back. “I have to find . . . I need to go . . .â€� She couldn’t even lift her weighted arm to her head. “Damn it, Roarke, damn it, that was a tranq.â€� “Go to sleep,â€� he murmured and gently unhooked her weapon harness and set it aside. “Lie back.â€� “Inducing chemicals on unknowing people is a violation of . . .â€� She slipped deeper, barely felt him unbutton her shirt. “Arrest me in the morning,â€� he suggested. He undressed her, then himself, before slipping into bed beside her. “Just sleep now.â€� She slept, but even there, dreams chased her.”
― J.D. Robb, Immortal in Death

“I want to see you again." He stopped, took her face in his hands. "I need to see you again."

Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. "Roarke, what's going on here?"

"Lieutenant." He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. "indications are we're having a romance.”
― J.D. Robb, Naked in Death

“For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair.

"I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it."

With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty.
Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark.

He never slept first.”
― J.D. Robb, Ceremony in Death