“Unless I’m at a wedding, I don’t like veiled threats.”
“I don’t like chili, unless I’m wearing a jacket.”
“Beckett’s gruff voice moved her veil as he spoke, “Happy wedding, Whitebread. But please, don’t worry about this.”
“I see it Kia, and I get this is gonna take effort. But what I’m sensin’ is, you don’t notice I’m makin’ that effort. Don’t fuck up, baby, and, out of habit, reinforce your shields to hold back a threat that doesn’t exist. You get me?”
“Writing is hard, but I don’t want to kill myself trying to write. Not unless I’m writing a suicide note.”
“Don't answer the door in a wedding dress and veil, he might not think you're joking.”