J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

"Minute by minute, then hour by hour, then day by day. Work is solace," he said, "friends are comfort. Life is for the living. You and I know that, even though we spend so much time with the dead - maybe because of that we know we have to live. Chale has been a great help to me."That's good," she said, thinking of the priest she'd suggested Morris talk to. "You can ... you know, anytime."Yes." His lips curved. "I know. You're work, and a friend, so have been both solace and comfort."

"You're aunt's just--what is it--down the hall. You know damn well this place isn't soundproofed."You'll just have to be quiet." He gave her ribs a deliberate tickle that made her jump and yelp. "Or not."Didn't I bang you already today, twice this morning"Darling Eve, you're a pathetic romantic."

"I said, you're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul."

"What a woman you are,” he murmured, and she heard the emotion in it, theway the Irish thickened just a bit in his voice. And saw it in those vivid eyes when he drew back. “That you would think of this. That you would do this.”He shook his head, kissed her. Like the breath, long and quiet.“I can’t thank you enough. There isn’t enough thanks. I can’t say what this means to me, even to you. I don’t have the words for it.” He took her hands,. You stagger me.”He framed her face now, touched his lips to her brow. “You’re the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul."