Denise Ruttan

“I run a clean ship here. No dust to be found,” Mateo said gravely, his mouth twitching with amusement. “How long have you two been together?” I wasn’t sure whose glare was fiercer and poor Mateo’s brown eyes widened nervously. “Not in this lifetime,” I swore. Ethan scoffed. “You should be so lucky.” He and Mateo exchanged a look. Mateo’s was knowing and Ethan’s almost…furtive? I had no idea what they were about and I didn’t have the extra brain cells to figure it out. I was laser-focused on this Tlaloc thing right about now.”
― S.E. Harmon, The First and Last Adventure of Kit Sawyer

“worrying about me handling myself but I needed him to want to be here? It was too paradoxical to contemplate.”
― S.E. Harmon, The First and Last Adventure of Kit Sawyer

“Well. I could be Indiana Jones if he was fine-boned and lean and a whole lot less rugged. And if he was dark-haired and gray-eyed with a dose of epilepsy. So…no? Maybe I could be Ohio Jones, his slightly less fantastic cousin.”
― S.E. Harmon, The First and Last Adventure of Kit Sawyer

“It was also irritating that he was just as handsome as ever. The TV didn’t do him justice—he had the kind of chiseled jaw and hard muscles that TV execs loved to parade around on the screen. The messy blond hair and crystal green eyes didn’t hurt either. He was also taller than me, which was extremely vexing, seeing how I was a pretty tall guy myself at six-two, and he topped me by at least a couple of inches.”
― S.E. Harmon, The First and Last Adventure of Kit Sawyer