“Hubby, At the pool. If I don’t return by nightfall, it’s your marital duty to rescue me. If it goes that late, this means I’ve passed out on a lounge chair in Vegas in summer so my advice is to stock up on aloe vera before you launch the rescue effort.LexieWalker stared at the note thinking that Alexa Berry… Strike that. Alexa Walker was fucking funny.”

“Why do all men seem to think they need to rescue a woman? Are we not capable of rescuing our damn selves? Why do I need to be rescued? I don’t need a man to rescue me, and I certainly don’t need no wallbanging, Purina-fucking, listening-at-my-wall-like-a-goddamn-psycho coming over here to rescue me! You got that, mister?”

“I don’t often need rescuing, but it’s nice when it goes well and doesn’t involve great heights.”

“You don't strike me as the princess type.""What's that suppose to mean?"Daniel Smiled. "It means that I'd still go out of my way to rescue you, but you'd probably smack me across the head and try to slay the dragon yourself.”

“You think I need to be rescued?""I think it doesn't hurt to let someone else do the rescuing every now and then, when your own armor starts to get banged up.”

“Beckett eyed them as he lounged on three chairs he’d shoved together into a hard, uncomfortable couch. They’re so fucking innocent. They don’t have a clue why I showed up here tonight.”