Nevada Baylor személy
Idézetek
„Mr. Rogan…”
„Oh no.” Rogan glanced at Cornelius. „We're back to formal ground. I'm clearly out of favor.”
„Mr. Rogan…”
„Why are you mad at me?”
I made a heroic effort to keep my voice calm and measured. „You panicked the witness I was interrogating, causing him to throw me around like a rag doll, hop his way through the floors, and get himself killed, which really complicates my life and robs my client of an opportunity to discover why his wife was murdered, and then you almost strangled said client in and elevator.”
„It does sound bad when you put it that way, Ms. Baylor.”
I wondered if Mad Rogan ever got shocked . . . okay, I needed to stop obsessing over those eyes. […] If I kept going this way, I’d end up on Herald, trawling for Mad Rogan fanfic. We made love as the city fell around us, raining down concrete in chunks of despair . . . Yeah, right.
Chapter 3
“And the next time you choose to project into my dreams, do keep your clothes on.”
He smiled. It was a very male, self-aware smile, not just sexual but carnal. The predatory look in his eyes turned ravaging. […]
“I can project, but I would have to be next to you to do it.”
Oh crap.
His voice turned smooth and sensual. A man had no right to sound like that. “Tell me, what wasn’t I wearing in your dreams?”
I rose, turned my back to him, and walked out.
Chapter 7
“I’m associating with Mr. Rogan because it’s in the best interests of my client—the one you sent to me. They have signed a professional agreement, and I have to abide by its terms.”That sounded a lot better than “because he makes me feel safe and every time I think about kissing him, I feel a little electric thrill.”