Betrayal in Death - J.D. Robb

"I have no intention of going anywhere."
"Fuck it. You're fired."
"Very well. I will remove my belongings and book a hotel until—"
"Oh, shut up. Both of you shut the hell up." She fisted her hands in her hair, yanked fiercely. "Just my luck, you finally say the words I've been waiting over a year to hear and I can't do my happy dance."


*Lol* This is a great scene. I love it when they have to take these momentary truces for Roarke's sake.


"Next time he fires you, pal, I'm doing laps in champagne."