“He was heading over the line when he strutted in here thinking he could rattle his federal balls at me.”

“He shook his head and looked away, as if he was giving himself a firm lecture only he could here.”

“Join me? Patting the spot beside him, he inclined his head. “Pretty please? I’m lonely all by myself over here.”

“I swear that man swaggers in his sleep,”“Yeah, but Jude’s swagger is justified, not manipulated. He moves with that strut because he knows how to make a woman throw her head back in bed. And he knows it.”

“Midget, midget, midget, how he struts and winks, For he knows a man's as big as what he hopes and thinks!”

“The hair of his face, on the contrary, carroty and flaming, resembled a growth of copper wire clipped short to the line of the lip; while, no matter how close he shaved, fiery metallic gleams passed, when he moved his head, over the surface of his cheeks.”