Dea Devita Adli

“You know, lieutenant, you wear your weapon the way other women wear pearls."
"It's not a fashion accessory.”
― J.D. Robb, Naked in Death

“Summerset, don't you ever sleep?"

"It's Lieutenant Dallas. She's--"

Roarke dropped his briefcase, grabbed Summerset by the lapels. "Has she been hurt? Where is she?"

"A nightmare. She was screaming." Summerset lost his usual composure and dragged a hand over his hair. "She won't cooperate. I was about to call your doctor. I left her in her private suite."

As Roarke pushed him aside, Summerset grabbed his arm. "Roarke, you should have told me what had been done to her."

Roarke merely shook his head and kept going. "I'll take care of her.”
― J.D. Robb, Immortal in Death

“...but even strong women need an arm to lean on now and then. (Anna Whitney in Glory in Death)”
― J.D. Robb

“We're standing here, beat to shit, walking away from a crime scene where either or both of us could have bought it, and you're asking me to marry you?"
"Perfect timing.”
― J.D. Robb, Glory in Death