The Naturals, tome 1

"But you and Redding have something. I don't know what it is. I don't blame you for it." On crutches, he couldn't lean toward me. He couldn't reach out and brush the hair out of my face. But something about th ecurve of his lips was more intimate than any touch. "A lot has happened. You have a lot to figure it out. I can be a patient man, Colorado. A devastatingly handsome, roguishly scarred, heartbreakingly courageous, patient man."
i rolled my eyes, but couldn't bite back a smile.
"So take whatever time you need. Figure out how you feel. Figure out if Dean makes you feel the way I do, if he'll ever let you in, and if you want him to, because the next time my lips touch yours, the next time your hands are buried in my hair - the only person you're going to be thinking about is me."

Sloane slipped an arm around my waist. "There are fourteen varieties of hugs," she said. "This is one of them."

"I'm just saying that statistically, a psychopath is more likely to end up as a CEO than a serial killer."

Dean tore his attention away from the photos and forced himself to look at me. Studying mutilated bodies was routine. Talking to me - apparently, that was hard.

The truth he'd been dancing around for the past hour was suddenly clear. He and his team, this program- they didn't just want to teach me how to hone my skills. They wanted to use them to catch killers.
Serial killers.

How would I feel about moving to DC ?
"I'm seventeen," I reiterated. "A better question might be how my legal guardians would feel about it."
"You wouldn't be the first minor I've recruited, Cassie. There are work-arounds."
Clearly, he had not met my Nonna.

Sloane slipped an arm around my waist. "There are fourteen varieties of hugs," she said. "This is one of them.”

You feel stupid. Doesn't mean you are.