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Maybe he and Russ were on the government's side, but Brent was one of those ultra-alphas who made taking care of women an art form. She'd sensed it from the second he'd stepped into her chaotic world.

Miss me with this alpha and now ultra-alpha bullshit. It's complete bullshit, it doesn't make any sense, and you sound ridiculous.

She didn't want to think about him in bed with the pretty, BUSTY brunette at the door. Penny didn't have boobs. Well, she had them, of course, but they weren't enough to fill a man's hand. They were barely enough to fill her padded A cup.

OK, when is this men-aren't-attracted-to-women-with-small-breasts myth going to die? Everyone knows small breasts are incredibly beautiful. It's 2014, I think we can move

"You'll have to wait, though. I'm not blowing this case because I'm fantasizing about you naked. Except for a pair of stilettos - the red ones from the other day - and that pink bra from last night."

"Oh, please. That would be so uncomfortable. You really have no idea. Not to mention they don't match."

THANK YOU for raining on this guy's fantasy. Seriously.

She barely knew Russell Voight and he'd managed to figure out what she needed. She didn't need to be coddled or patronized or babied. What she needed was to be reminded of her strength. Most men would rush in and tell her what to do. Russ? He told her she had power.

Men. Pigs. Every one of them.

She drinks diet cola.

She preferred verbally sparring with someone who didn't confuse her - the way Russ did. She didn't know what she wanted from Russ. She liked bickering with him, but sometimes she wanted something else. Something quiet and calm and... and... protective. She squeezed her eyes shut. Protection from a man. When did that stop being the plague?

Sometimes his love of flashing his badge was borderline perverse.

The barely-big enough-for-one bathroom left them a few inches apart, and the heady mix of his soap - spice and leather - brought the memory of Russ on top of her the day before, giant erection and all, to mind.

Are you fucking kidding me? There's no way she's thinking about how hot he is at a time like this.

This mob-boss type is hilariously bragging about his shooter, despite his shooter just killing a reporter when apparently gunning for Zac/Penny/Gerald. "In all that chaos he managed not to hit you or your dear father." I mean... are you saying your shooter is inept? Or... was he saying he meant to hit the reporter? Or is he just trying to say his shooter is brilliant when really he is a fuck-up? IDK.