“She stared at this first bit of positive proof, the entrance to the rabbit hole from which she might never reemerge.”

“She was not in a position to complain about this life, not yet. Probably not ever.”

“The new man was again staring at her, staring at him, challenging her, knowing that she was considering him, wanting her to know that he was considering her. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with a man who absolutely didn't need her, but merely wanted her.”

“Plus she had to admit that a small part of her secrecy was that she was holding something back, for herself. If she never told Dexter the truth, she was still reserving the right to return to her old life. To one day be a covert operative again. To be a person who could keep the largest secrets from everyone, including her husband, forever.”

“This woman is American, but she speaks with no regional accent. She could be from anywhere. She could be anyone.”

“So she forgave him. And instead she berated herself for her suspicion, for her snooping. For the things she promised herself she wouldn't do, the feelings she wouldn't have.”

“She was seduced by the romance of it; she was energized by the possibilities.”