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" She gestured to the bag. "What have you got in there?"
"Nothing much. Some golfballs, a handful of tees, a Glock, extra ammo, two hand grenades, a tear gas canister, a knife, Tums, clean socks, flares, and some Ensure chocolate shakes."
"You took all of that with you to play golf? "
― Janet Evanovich , The Chase (Fox and O'Hare, #2)
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" Kate knocked on his door and sucked in some air when he opened the door fresh from a shower. His hair was wet and he had a towel wrapped low on his hips.
"Jeez," Kate said, staring at the towel, her mind running amuck over what the towel was hiding, unable to drag her eyes to Nick's face.
"Is that a good jeez or a bad jeez?"
"It's just jeez. Don't you have a robe?"
"The room didn't come with a robe."
"Okay, so that's why you're wearing the towel. I can see that. Makes perfect sense."
A smile twitched at the corners of Nick's mouth. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"No! Gosh. Absolutely not." Kate stared at the towel. She was pretty sure she saw it move.
Nick tightened his grip on the towel. "Kate?"
"Yep?"
"You're staring."
"I know. I can't help myself."
"Cute," Nick said.
Kate squinched her eyes shut and wrinkled her nose. "Ugh! I hate being cute."
"Cute is good."
"It's not. I'm an FBI agent. There's no cute in the FBI. Cute is goofy."
"I'd grab you and kiss you, but I'd lose my towel, and I'm afraid you'd faint at the sight of me naked."
"I think I could handle it."
Nick dropped his towel "
― Janet Evanovich , The Chase (Fox and O'Hare, #2)
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" A complete stranger--a giant pancake, no less--has just appeared in their home," Boyd said. "Why isn't anyone reacting to this? Wouldn't they be screaming in terror?"
"They love pancakes," Stan said.
"What would they do if a fried chicken leg walked in?"
"I'm not sure a chicken leg could walk in," said the script supervisor, a lady who wore three layers of shirts and sucked on a pencil as if it were a pacifier. "I suppose it could hop."
Stan looked over his shoulder at her. "let me handle this." He turned back to Boyd. "The family knows you. You're not just another pancake off the street. You're a celebrity pancake, the Jay Leno of breakfast foods. Would anyone throw Leno out of their house?"
"Okay, assuming you're right, I'm a pancake asking this family to eat me. Am I suicidal or simply filled with self-loathing?"
"Take your pick," Stan said. "Whatever will get you through the scene. "
― Janet Evanovich , The Chase (Fox and O'Hare, #2)