“Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter”

“It’s not so much where I want you,Sophie, as it is how. Nothing tastes quite like a woman, and no woman tastes like you. - Marc Hunter”

“Marc ducked, holstered his weapon. “You want to play? Have it your way.” But then Darcangelo was behind him. “I’ve got this, Hunter. You go find the girl’s dad. I’ll handle Karate Kid here. I haven’t had a good workout in weeks.”

“I hear the doc gave you a thumbs-up on your surgery-Marc to Julian”

“Got enough leg room there, Rossiter?" Marc asked."You bet. If not I'll just make use of the overhead bin.”

“Darcangelo winced, gritted his teeth "Want to tell me why ... you're sitting here cuddling me, Hunter?""Rossiter says I have to keep you warm. He thinks you're in shock or some shit."Despite his words and the tone of his voice, there was really worry on Hunter's face. "Great. Thanks." Darcangelo's head fell back to rest against Hunter's vest, the big guy's strength clearly spent. A muscle clenched in Hunter's jaw. "Hey, don't mention it--ever.”

“Gabe leaned down, whispered in her ear. "The U.S. Marshal Service is at the top of the law-enforcement pecking order, outranking everyone, even the FBI. They have jurisdiction no matter where they are."Marc's gaze followed Zach. "I wish Darcangelo were here. He'd fucking hate this.”