Naked in Death  - J.D. Robb

"Do you know what else I think, Eve?"
"I don't have a clue."
"I think I'm in love with you."
She felt the color drain out of her cheeks, felt her muscles go lax, even as her heart shot like a missile to her throat. "That's..."
"Yes, difficult to come up with the proper word, isn't it?"

 

That takes some special brand of confidence. King of brass.

 

"It, ah, complicates things."
"Outrageously," he agreed.