Julie Ann Walker Quotes

Oh, Abby, he briefly squeezed his eyelids shut, desperation and despair warring for supremacy inside him. Why didn't you leave when you had the chance, mi vida?

Woman, I've loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you.

What? Why? "What? Why?" Zoelner asked. Mac glared at the mind-reading man. "Who are you?" he demanded. "Carnac the Magnificent or somethin'?

She shook her head. "I guess... that begs the question: just how many people have you slept with?"...
"All I can say for sure is the number is more than you can count on your fingers and toes. But less than the population of Miami.

Now normally," the man said, cradling his weapon in one arm while scratching the blond beard covering the lower half of his face with his free hand, "me and Mad Dog" - he dipped his chin toward the soldier holding Umar hostage - "and the rest of the boys wouldn't hesitate to just go ahead and let you eat a bullet." And, as if on cue, four more soldiers emerged from the undergrowth, quiet as ghosts. "But as it happens, there are some folks back in the States who are just itchin' to ask you a few questions.

I can't stand his rejection again? Not when I need him so much.

grinned again when he got a load of Agent Duvall's rack. Talk

The story of a woman who was scared of the dark and a man who was scared of love, who'd come together to overcome all their fears…

He kept his leg," Boss said. "And as soon as he's stable for travel, he'll be transported back here.

It's enough. If I can have his friendship, it'll be enough.

In war, there are no unwounded soldiers. - Jose Narosky

And, as always, thank you to our fighting men and women, those in uniform and those out of uniform. You protect our freedom and way of life so we all have the chance to live the American Dream.

In war, there are no unwounded

Please, Jake. Please say something. Say anything.

He is dead, right?"
"Graveyard dead," Bran admitted without a hint of remorse.
"Oh, forgive us," Rick murmured, crossing himself.
"Forgiveness is between him and God," Bran insisted. "It was my job to arrange the meeting."
"Man on Fire," Maddy blurted.

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Yes! Oh, God, Billy! Yes!

He didn't wait for her approval, simply yanked one cup of her bra down and marveled at the berry-colored nipple that sprang into view.

Tug the pug? Wax his ax? Wobble his knob? "Did you guys hold a Who Can Come Up with the Worst Euphemism contest at some point and not invite me?" he called up

And you can drop the uninterested shtick right now, Mr. McMillan." That sounded a little like Marilyn Monroe saying Mr. President, didn't it? Yes, it did. And, booyah! "I know you want to.

She never knew it about herself, but she liked it when he went all bossy and demanding. She

Where's Vanessa?

I might be bluffing, you miserable, vomitous mass!" Bran yelled. Oh, for heaven's sake. Really? He's quotin' The Princess Bride?

Why does everyone look like they've just seen a ghost?" "Our

She blinked at him, mouth open. "Do you really think it's wise to insult a woman who's holdin' a needle this far away? - she held her fingers an inch apart - "From your Grand Master of Ceremonies?

Whenever she was in his arms, she forgot she even had a name.

I am zee peanut butter; you are zee jelly. Come, cherie, let us make a sandwich of luuuv." That

Hijo de puta," Steady cursed, whipping off his shirt to press it to the wound in Fido's chest. "I don't know dick about canine physiology, Mac.

I'd rather put on a lifejacket lined with razor blades and jump into a pool of rubbing alcohol," she said.
"But--"
"I'd rather jab sharpened pencils into my eyes."
"But --"
"Id' rather eat three-day-old road kill."
"I get it," Mason grumbled.. "You're not trading places."
Bran grinned. "What was your first clue?

How could she do it? How could she do this to me?

Call me Ozzie, doll," he called back. He hunched over the keyboard like a starving man hunches over a plate of food. "And there's no need to conceal my weapons. I figure everyone should see what's in store for them should they attempt to fuck with me.""
Oh man." Dan groaned and rolled his eyes. "Next thing you know he'll be coming to work shirtless with bandoliers strapped across his chest and a red bandana tied around his head."
"Ah, so you have seen a movie or two." Ozzie swiveled in his chair, his eyes sparkling with devilish glee. "Rambo, huh? I can give you Rambo." He lowered his voice. "'They drew first blood. Not me…'"
"What a crock of bullsh - uh, crap." Dan scoffed.
"Are you sitting there dissing Stallone?" Ozzie demanded, making like he was about to stand in defense of the Italian Stallion.
"No. I'm sitting here dissing you, you stu -

he struck her as beautiful in the way warriors were beautiful.

Mac noticed her body's reaction. Even in the dimly lit room, she saw his pupils dilate. And when he licked his lips, those deceivingly sift lips? Well it took everything she had to shimmy up his body like an electric worker shimmies up a pole.

Yes, damn you! Yes, that's why I always keep you at arms length.

And as if the wink was't crazy enough, now he had the gall to flash that smile of his. It deepened the dimple in his left cheek, the one she'd always thought was sweet enough to launch a thousand lady boners - it'd certainly launched a thousand of her.

Where's the fun in that?

Which is why it's best all the way around if you let Snake act as your bodyguard for the next few days. He'll watch your back and take care of Franklin, and you can go about your business as usual. You okay with that, Snake?" Boss turned to him, and if Shell hadn't been watching, he felt sure the big guy would've winked.

You sure you can do this?" he asked.
"Does the Tin Man have a sheet-metal dick?

Because that's what love is, a leap into the void with the hope that someone is there to catch you.

Do you think it's possible for us to maybe...to maybe be friends someday?

But he's not you, Frank.

Are you going to argue with me?

She shot him a look.

"What?" he asked.

"Where's my journal? I want to jot this down for posterity."

Huh?

He lifted a confused brow and she smirked, ornery light glinting in her amber brow.

"You just spoke, like what? A whole four sentences? Not to mention there were a few adjectives thrown in there. That must be some sort of record. It should be memorialized accordingly, don't you think? She batted her lashed.

Jesus, the woman was too much.

Silence about a thing just magnifies it.

And I do love you, Delilah. I swear to God I do!

Tell me, what size must a guy's balls be in order to walk up to his former comandin' officer and declare his intent to plant his flag, so to speak, in the man's baby sister? Texas-sizes, maybe? Alaska-sized?

I get now that your boy parts like my girl parts....

But something about having Ali there made him feel...lighter. Dare he admit it? Maybe even a teensy bit happy?

"Nate?"

Scratch that. He didn't just want to take on the world when she said his name like that, he wanted to take on the whole friggin' galaxy. ""Yeah?"

"I'm toughing you."

No doubt about that. The baseball bat he was trying to conceal behind his zipper was testimony enough. "I noticed.

I thought you were adorable. So full of love for books, head bursting with knowledge. It was quite endearing, really.

Delilah." When he said her name like that, all low and Sam Elliott throaty, she had to suppress a shiver.

Being an asshole? Or quoting classic literature?

I can't see," she whispered. "You're blockin' my view."
And because he didn't want her to know how shaken he was by her nearness, by her touch, he decided to play it cool. Play it smart. Give her exactly what she'd come to expect from him. "Babe" - he turned and flashed her an exaggerated wink - "I am the view.

Mason McCarthy cut a hard, forbidding figure. It was like he'd been built for destruction. Or something far more pleasurable.

So you got me," Ozzy admitted. "I like her. The woman burns words the way a magician burns flash paper - quickly and with a lot of show. It stimulates my brain.

Stop holding onto what hurts and start making room for what feels good

It doesn't matter, Nate. The answer will always be the same...yes.

He grinned and, like always, the sight left her breathless.

Rock spun his captive around and nearly shit his own heart.

Maybe it had something to do with that extra X chromosome. Something about having a uterus and a set of ovaries just made a person intrinsically more curious and infinitely more nosy.

I swear, sometimes talking to you is like trying to converse with a tree. A very big, very solid, very male tree.

I guess if I'd wanted a nice, biddable wife, I should've looked somewhere other than a tattooed, sharp-tongued, Harley-riding, motorcycle designer.

Tell me you love me woman.

I don't know how you manage to make me agree to things I damn well know I shouldn't.

...except for one last thing...Ghost, Nate, brother of my heart, I'm gonna need you to watch over Ali. Just...make sure she's all right, okay?

Sometimes God giveth and then he just keeps on giveth-ing.

Because she knew from experience that what came next was something straight out of a Pitbull featuring Ke$ha song. She was going down. Although, as far as she could figure, no one was yelling, "Timber!

Love is about choosing a partner and then having their back. Always. Through everything. Even when you don't agree with them. Even when you can't find your love for them, no matter how hard you search. Love is about saying the words, making a pledge, and then sticking to it.

He spared a glance at her distressed face and knew it to be a mistake instantly.

He was momentarily arrested because...man, six feet away she was pretty.

Up close like this? Total gut-shot.

Of course, having just seen all of her unmentionables didn't help matters. Unmentionables?

Whoever came up with that ridiculous term? Underwear that fantastic deserved to be mentioned on a regular basis.

Shit, he wasn't going to think about her underwear. which, of course, only made him wonder what color she had on under those tight, distressed jeans and that thin T-shirt. Pink? Her outfit was pink. Women often matched their underwear to their outfits. At least that's been his experience. So...probably pink.

Holy shit! He was not going to think about her underwear!

Alex was a historian by education, a translator of centuries-old scripts by training, and a savant when it came to inane trivia, which she tended to offer up without encouragement and much to the annoyance of everyone around her. Three months ago, Bran, LT, Mason, and the other three guys from their SEAL Team - now the owners of the Deep Six Salvage Company - had hired her to translate the historical documents housed in the Spanish Archives that pertained to the hurricane of 1624. They'd hoped she could give them a leg up on their hunt for the Santa Cristina.

But, honey, the worst mistake beats the hell out of never tryin

Uh-huh. Now Ali was beginning to get the picture. Riding backseat on a bike like Phantom was better than Mr. Blue any day. Not to mention the highly erotic act of wrapping one's legs around the man you loved.

I love you, Mac. And I'm never going to leave you like your mother left your father. I'm never going to break your heart like your mother broke your father's I'm in this thing until the end.

That was a long time ago Billy. And I'm not the same person you used to know.

Funny. The woman was funny. Add that up with cute as a button, smart as a tack, and surprisingly tough underneath that cupcake exterior, and Frank understood why Ghost went all Cro-Magnon around her.

(scene: Rock and Vanessa are in a tree house in the Costa Rican jungle) "Placing 9mms inside a pot and securing the lid–capuchin monkeys sometimes snuck in and messed with his stuff, and the last thing he wanted was to accidentally plugged by some light-fingered primate–he turned back around to find Vanessa's head cocked, her lips pursed.

Good God! You two have got to quit that. You're making my boy parts get bigger!

She did a mental z-snap and channeled her inner badass.

Quotin' bad movies at a time like this!

When it comes to women, I've found it's best to lead with confidence, follow with comedy, and close with red-hot sex. I could give you some pointers.

Nate grinned and Ali's heart stopped.

God, the man was beautiful. His smile transformed his face the way dawn transforms the night.

You underestimated me again. We'll have to work on that.

I'm s-scared to death.

Holy hell! Bryan "Mac" McMillan kissed her. Then grinned. And then winked.

You were never a Boy Scout.

H-h-holy mackeral, he was hotter than a two-dollar pistol. Literally and figuratively. He radiated heat like a blast furnace. And he was straight-up, pantiesonthefloor, legsintheair, haveatmebigboy sssssmokin' sexy.

In the span of a few minuted, he'd gone from his usual Mr. Cranky-Pants to Sir Kissy Smiles-A-Lot.

Sweetheart. Come. Here.

Every day I'm going to wake up and tell you I love you. And every day I'm going to wake up and tell you that I'm not leaving you.

But right now, he couldn't help but wish the guy looked a little less like he belonged in underwear commercials and a little more like he belonged under a bridge.

Was it against the law to vomit in the Oval Office?

Get off me, Bran!" she howled, her sweet breath brushing his lips when she turned her head to look at him. "If you get yourself killed bein' all heroic and brave, I swear on my granddaddy's grave, I'll murder you!

He said love isn't something you find, it's something that finds you

So do you really expect me to continue to believe that incredibly sucktastic we're-just-a-bunch-of-grease-monkeys line? Seriously, dude, I could eat a bowl of Alpha-Bits cereal and crap out a better story than that.

I love you. And I don't care if you don't love me, because you will. Besides, you need me, whether you know it or not.