Eve: "She had big plans for me. Kind of a pet, I imagine. Like William. Her little trained dog. And with you dead, she figured I'd inherit all your goodies. You're not going to do that to me are you?" Roarke: "What, die?" Eve: "Leave me all this stuff. " Roarke: "Only you would be annoyed by that.
i had that hole in me. that empty space. . . she put it in me, you filled it. . . she was part of my life. you are my life. if i have a regret, it,s that even for an instant you could think otherwise. or that i allowed you to. -Roarke
Man. God. Roarke. An interesting and flattering lineup.
Roarke cares very much for Beth and for me, and a few select others. But loves? I'm not sure he'd let himself risk quite that unstable an emotion.
Oh thank you, Jesus. " "It's Roarke. " He tapped a finger on Eve's head. "You really shouldn't forget your own husband's name.
He shook his head and eyed Roarke. "You don't look like a cop. " "I'm not and thank you for noticing.