Gabbie

“My daughter is going to work for Jaime Dalton,” her mother shouted to Mrs. Perkins next door; there was pride in her voice. “She’s going to Miami.”

“Have fun, Cass. That Jaime Dalton has a cute ass. Tell him I said that, okay?” Mrs. Perkins was somewhere in her seventies, still very active, with a wicked sense of humor and was man crazy.

“I’ll do that, Mrs. P.”

“Have a good time, dear, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Thelma, don’t scare the girl, you know there isn’t much out there you wouldn’t do.”
― Mercy Celeste, Wicked Game

“John, you don’t like me.”

“I’ve never said I didn’t like you.”

“You don’t have to say it. You just look at me and I know it’s true.”

His brows drew together. “How do I look at you?”

She sat back. “You scowl and frown at me as if I’d done something tacky, like scratch myself in public.”

He smiled. “That bad, huh?”

“Yes.”

“What if I promise not to scowl at you?”

“I don’t think that’s a promise you can keep. You are a very moody person.”

He removed one hand from his pocket and placed it over the even pleats of his shirt. “I’m very easygoing.”

Georgeanne rolled her eyes. “And Elvis is alive and raising minks somewhere in Nebraska.”
― Rachel Gibson, Simply Irresistible

“I didn’t even do anything.” “You did ask her if she killed Petrov. I think your exact words were, ‘You whacked him, didn’t you? You sadistic bitch.’” “Sadistic heifer. And it was just a question.”
― Shelly Laurenston, The Mane Event

“Imp. It’s short for ImPrudence—much more appropriate. Whoever named you Prudence was ill-advised. There is not a shred of prudence or caution in you!” He observed her indignant reaction with patent approval, then commented affably, “You know, huffing and puffing like that shows off your bosom very prettily.”
― Anne Gracie, The Perfect Rake