“Can you make the salad while I fix the garlic bread?" He flashed her a grin. "Babe, I live to make salad.”

“You want to come in?" she asked softly.He leveled his gaze at her. "You know what's likely going to happen if I go in there, right?"She didn't blink. "Yeah. That's why I'm asking.”

“When you meet The One you'll know it. She'll latch onto your soul like a god with a bone and won't let go. No matter what either of you say or do, it won't change the fact that you're destined to be together.”

“Why do I need clothes?" she said as she found the black lacy pair she'd been looking for. "Two words -- burnt eggs.”

“So," Cooper said conversationally. "You got hit with a shotgun blast. What's that like?"...She turned back to Cooper. "Well...um...it hurt. Like really big bee stings on crack.”

“If Gage finds out, he's going to have a cow-horns, balls, and all.”

“Zander, you're getting me all wet and gooey," she squealed.He laughed again as he plopped her on the bed. "And I've just started.”

“It's going to be okay," she said.The woman slowly nodded, then started crying. Khaki pulled the woman against her numb shoulder, keeping an eye out as the sounds of sirens approached from a distance. About time.As the sirens got louder, Khaki wondered again why she wasn't in more pain. And why the hell had it taken backup so long to get here?”

“Putting a woman on the team would be a nightmare, you know that," he said as he started the engine and put the SUV in gear. "We're werewolves. How the hell do you think we're going to be able to hide that from her and do our job at the same time? And don't even get me started on the whole pheromone thing."They might be men first, and wolves second, but if there was one thing that could bring the whole Pack to its knees, it was the scent of a woman."We won't have to hide what we are if the female cop I bring in is a werewolf," Gage said.”

“...All they were interested in was where she planned to get her tattoo."You're just going to have to use your imagination," she told them.Cooper snorted. "Becker is screwed then. He doesn't have any imagination.”

“That was when reality kicked back in and reminded Xander that the woman he'd just spent the past fifteen minutes mentally undressing was going to be in his squad, and that he was going to be her supervisor.He was in so much trouble.There was no way he could be her boss. It wouldn't be fair to her or his team, and it sure as hell wasn't something he could handle. He'd end up spending all his time gazing at her like a lovesick puppy instead of training her on weapons and tactics.”