" Bullshit doesn’t suit you, jarhead.” I lightly grasp her chin, turn her face, and look her right in the eyes. “You’re the smartest person I’ve ever met. I’m including myself in that statement, and I’m one smart motherfucker. I want you on this job. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t know you were perfect for it.” She stares back at me silently. "

― J.T. Geissinger , Wicked Sexy (Wicked Games, #2)