Sofia

“I know you love me, but I don't know why. I look at you, and I just can't get why it's me. Every time I get my balance, I lose it again. Because it shouldn't be me, and I think it'd kill me if you ever figured that out.”
― J.D. Robb, Loyalty in Death

“Normally, I admire your kick-in-the-face style, Lieutenant. But try that with this, and the two of us will be making love in heaven tonight."

"Heaven wouldn't have either of us”
― J.D. Robb, Loyalty in Death

“I'm so proud of you, and so amused at your discomfort in being recognized for you dedication and skill."

"Amused? Here's another funny for you. You're getting a medal, too."

He dropped her hand. "What? I'm a civilian, as you continually remind me."

"The Civilian Medal of Merit, and they don't given them out like candy, pal, especially to shady characters."

"I don't think it's appropriate."

She loved it, just loved when he turned all dignified.

"Oh, it is, and how I get to be amused. You're the one who started sticking his nose in, then his whole body. Now you're going to have to stand up there on Wednesday afternoon - fourteen hundred, so put that in your book - and take what you get. And I'm pretty damn proud of you, too, so suck it up.”
― J.D. Robb, Thankless in Death

“With a sigh, he pulled out his link.
"What are you doing?"
"Ordering pizza -- for your division -- and more for the E and B team. And don't give me any bloody grief about it. I'm a bit on edge here as I couldn't get through the bloody, buggering door for more than five minutes -- and that was after Feeney started on it before me. And my wife about to be blown to bits on the other side."
She knew the fear, the soul-emptying terror of it. She'd felt it for him a time or two. All she could do now was try to ease it.
"I wasn't going to let that happen."
"Weren't you now?"
"Nope. I wasn't going to let the last words I said to you be 'Later, honey.'"
Since it made him laugh, she sat back, closed her eyes for one blessed moment while she heard him ordering twenty-five (good God!) large pies with a variety of toppings.”
― J.D. Robb, Obsession in Death