I Don't Base Any Character

Three Weeks Hadn't Changed Cop Central. The Coffee Was Still Poisonous, The Noise Abominable, And The View Out Of Her Stingy Window Was Still Miserable. She Was Thrilled To Be Back.

He Decided There Was No Point In Telling Her He'd Looked In The Fridge And Seen None Of These Things. There'd Just Be Some Variation Of His Mother's Standard Crack About Male Refrigeration Blindness Syndrome.

Earrings Are Like Orgasms. You Can Never Have Too Many." " I Never Thought About It Quite That Way." Well, You're A Man. " She Gave His Knee A Friendly Pat.

The Doll, Dallas. You Know, Barbie Doll. Jeez, Didn't You Ever Have Dollies?" "dolls Are Like Small Dead People. I Have Enough Dead People, Thanks.

Roarke Had To Force Himself Not To Snatch Her Up As She Swept Through The Hallowed Senate Halls. Members Of The Media Were Already Leaping Toward Her, But She Cut Through Them As If They Weren’t There. “i Like Your Style, Lieutenant Dallas,” He Said When They’d Fought Their Way To The Car. “i Like It A Lot. And By The Way, I Don’t Think I’m In Love With You Anymore. I Know I Am.