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1 " Setting her jaw, Whitney turned left. “This is a one-way street.” He looked around helplessly. “Didn’t you see the sign?” “I know it’s a one-way street,” she muttered and pressed harder on the gas. “It’s also the quickest way across town.” “Oh, Jesus. "
― Nora Roberts , Hot Ice
2 " Even now, the Lincoln was less than a half block behind. “Dammit. They just won’t shake lose.” “Oh yeah?” Whitney set her teeth and gave the mirror a quick check. She’d never been a gracious loser. “Watch this.” Before Doug could draw a breath, she whipped the Mercedes around in a tight U-turn and headed dead-on for the Lincoln. He watched with a kind of fascinated dread. “Oh my God. "
3 " You're a first-class bastard, Doug." This time he grinned because he'd heard the light trace of respect. "I like first class, Whitney. I'm going to live there the rest of my life. "
4 " And she never had, Doug mused, because war and politics go for the big view and trample all over the little guy. France during the Revolution or a steamy pit of a jungle in Nam. It never changed. He knew just what it felt like to be helpless. He wasn't going to feel that way ever again. "
5 " She'd thought a gun would fit easily into his hand, the way a gun did for a man who hung out in dim bars and smoky hotel rooms. But it didn't fit easily. It didn't fit at all. "
6 " Volvieron a caminar todo "
7 " chest. She smelled of wine and fruit. "