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141 " Could you be more smug?” He leaned on his elbow. “Possibly. I see you liked the flowers.” I got a sudden urge to set the carnations on fire. “They are gorgeous. It’s not their fault you brought them. "
― Ilona Andrews , Burn for Me (Hidden Legacy, #1)
142 " Oh. “So the best way to fight you is to strip naked and attack?” His eyes flashed with a wicked light. “Yes. You should try it and see what happens.” Well, I did walk right into that one. "
143 " You’re welcome. I plan to hold them hostage until you sleep with me.” I stumbled. He turned and gave me a brilliant, impossibly handsome smile. “Just kidding.” Damn it. “Have lunch with me,” Rogan said. “No. "
144 " If we walk in there, they’ll shoot us. They won’t hesitate—they’ll do it on instinct. It’s second nature to them, a reflex, like stopping before a red light.” “Mhm.” It’s good that he was here to explain it to me. I would’ve never figured it out on my own. "
145 " Mom?” Mother turned to Grandmother. “What?” “She’s going to lunch with her kidnapper!” “Take a picture for me,” Grandma said. “This family will put me into an early grave,” my mother growled. "
146 " If you're really hard up, I can introduce you to my grandmother. She's a fan. [...] She doesn't typically sleep with pretty young things, but she would make an exception in your case. You might even learn a trick or two. "
147 " I hung up. So this is what making a deal with the devil felt like. Too late for regrets now. I sighed and packed an extra clip. "
148 " Can you play guitar too?” Leon asked. “Because if you can, I’ll go kill myself right now.” “No, but I can sing a little,” Mad Rogan said. “God damn it!” Leon punched the table. “Calm yourself,” Bern told him. "
149 " Volunteering was for suckers, and he wouldn’t get any information out of me unless it was absolutely necessary. "
150 " I apologize for kidnapping you,” he said. “I promise not to kidnap you before, during, or after lunch. "
151 " So far my best plan would be to build a mountain of gasoline cans and explosives, stick a Property of US Government sign on it, and throw a T-shirt over Pierce’s head when he showed up to explode it. Yes, this would totally work. If only. "
152 " Actually, I would be very grateful for a chance to clean up.” Mad Rogan touched his forehead. His fingers came away bloody and stained with soot. Suddenly he looked young and disarming, like one of my cousins when they were in trouble. “And a bite of food if you could spare some.” If he laid it on any thicker, he’d be ready to audition for Oliver. My mother couldn’t possibly buy this. "
153 " They say a hundred-and-thirty-pound woman has no chance against an athletic two-hundred-pound man. That’s a lie. You just have to make a decision to hurt him and then do it. "
154 " He was terrifying, and I wanted to run my hands down that chest and feel the hard ridges of his abs. I was some special kind of idiot. "
155 " Mad Rogan took in the canvas-covered vehicles. His eyebrows rose. “Is that a tank?” “Technically that’s a gun on tracks. Mobile field artillery. That’s a tank in the corner. His name is Romeo.” Mad Rogan shook his head in disbelief. "
156 " Vain. Terminal fear of T-shirts or any other garment that would cover his pectorals. "