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" I wish I didn’t know, absolutely, you sign papers of ours without the reading of them.”

“I give them a scan.” Sometimes. “If you fucked me over, I’m a cop. I know how to make you pay without letting it show. Like, the one where I tranq your wine, dress you in a diaper and pasties, get you in your office and transmit the image globally.”

“You’ve given this some thought.”

“Just in my free time.” She gave his hands a squeeze before drawing hers away and laying them on his cheeks. “Bottom line? She wasn’t wrong to trust a man she loves—because it had to be love. He’s not rich or good-looking or powerful. She just loves the wrong man. I don’t.”

“Well now,” he murmured, then leaned in to take her mouth in a soft, slow, sweet kiss.

“There’s the one where I coat the inside of all your boxers with a biological that causes your works to develop festering boils.”

It made him wince. “Christ Jesus, you obviously have far too much free time.”

“I’ve got a whole list,” she said as he opened the front door. “For him, too,” she added, shooting a finger at Summerset.

Summerset merely cocked his eyebrows. “No visible injuries once again. We appear to be on a streak.”

“For him I have the stick up his ass surgically removed, and without it, his whole body collapses into a puddle of ghoul.”

She tossed her coat over the newel post. “You’ll be too busy with festering boils to have him reanimated. "

J.D. Robb , Connections in Death (In Death, #48)


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J.D. Robb quote : I wish I didn’t know, absolutely, you sign papers of ours without the reading of them.”<br /><br />“I give them a scan.” Sometimes. “If you fucked me over, I’m a cop. I know how to make you pay without letting it show. Like, the one where I tranq your wine, dress you in a diaper and pasties, get you in your office and transmit the image globally.”<br /><br />“You’ve given this some thought.”<br /><br />“Just in my free time.” She gave his hands a squeeze before drawing hers away and laying them on his cheeks. “Bottom line? She wasn’t wrong to trust a man she loves—because it had to be love. He’s not rich or good-looking or powerful. She just loves the wrong man. I don’t.”<br /><br />“Well now,” he murmured, then leaned in to take her mouth in a soft, slow, sweet kiss.<br /><br />“There’s the one where I coat the inside of all your boxers with a biological that causes your works to develop festering boils.”<br /><br />It made him wince. “Christ Jesus, you obviously have far too much free time.”<br /><br />“I’ve got a whole list,” she said as he opened the front door. “For him, too,” she added, shooting a finger at Summerset.<br /><br />Summerset merely cocked his eyebrows. “No visible injuries once again. We appear to be on a streak.”<br /><br />“For him I have the stick up his ass surgically removed, and without it, his whole body collapses into a puddle of ghoul.”<br /><br />She tossed her coat over the newel post. “You’ll be too busy with festering boils to have him reanimated.