”Aren’t you the guy who told me a cop’s gut instinct is one of his best tools?”
“You’re not a cop, baby. You’re a bookseller. You don’t have a gut instinct. You have a knack for nearly getting yourself killed.”
I batted my eyelashes. “I didn’t know you cared.”
His eyes held mine briefly. “The hell you didn’t.”

i just love them i want to put them to bed and kiss their forehead goodnight and make sure they’re well fed and healthy and happy