“Listen, child, you can be the most independent woman on the face of the earth, but you still need a little romance in your life. It’s been far too long.”
“So why didn’t you ever get married again?”
“Your grandfather was one of a kind. Any man tried to replace him would only wind up heartbroken, and I’m not about to do that to someone.”
(…) Lisa had never been much interested in that lifestyle. Money only served a purpose—putting food in her daughter’s stomach and giving them shelter. Anything other than that was superfluous nonsense that held no real meaning for her.
When it came down to it, he was also a good cop. But as his training deputy, she was required to keep that tidbit of information to herself. She needed to help him build his confidence, not his ego.
(…) at thirty-four, she had come to the conclusion that she was destined to spend the rest of her life flying solo. She no longer embraced the dream of a husband and kids and a white picket fence.
“Son, I’m about two tics away from squeezing this trigger—and it isn’t much of a target, but I’ll be aiming at your talliwacker.”
His old man had always told him that you’re more often judged by what you wear than what you do or say (…)
But Lisa had never been turned on by bad boys. She had too much self-respect for that.
Why did everyone around Callie seem to be getting younger these days?