“Morning, sweetheart,”
“We’ll fix it in the morning, sweetheart. You can’t save the world after 1:00 a.m. Not even you.”
“Sweetheart, kleptomaniac sweetheart. You know what lies are for.”
“Get your filthy hands off me." Jake arched an eyebrow, not bothering to hide the smile that rose in response to her throaty growl. "My hands are clean, sweetheart. Habit of the trade. Aren't you a nasty little ogre in the morning?”
“Run, sweetheart, run.”
“I’m in love with you, sweetheart.”