“It's obvious Plott doesn't have any idea where he's going.”

“He was going to rip Plott apart, piece by piece.”

“He had to take Plott unaware.”

“Plott's every touch, whether he was beating her or caressing her, was a form of brutalizing manipulation.”

“Thankfully, Plott hadn't taken them very far inside.”

“Have you ever done any running or jogging?” Hawk asked.[...]“I walk,” she told him. “I’ve never had any desire to run or jog.”“Why not? Don’t you like to sweat?”“As a matter of fact, I don’t.” She smiled. “Besides, Southern ladies never sweat. We don’t even perspire.”“Then what the hell do you do?”“We glow.”

“Joanna nodded in agreement, not resisting, not putting up a fight of any kind.”