“I wish Darcangelo were here. He'd fucking hate this.”

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“It's going to be okay. Donny doesn't know it yet, but he just picked a fight with the wrong bunch of guys." -- Julian Darcangelo”

“Son of a bitch!” Hunter stared. “I fucking hate itwhen he does shit like that. That man has a supernatural relationship with gravity.”

“How do you feel?"Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed. "Like I want you to kiss me again."And _that_ was the invitation he'd been waiting for.”