Erica Hale Quotes

Because Erica Hale kissed me.

I do not belong to you, or to anyone else. I will talk to whomever I want, whenever I want.” “Not if it’s some ass who thinks he can put his hands on you!” Erica couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Ethan had never acted like this before and the fact that there were so many people to witness it made it that much more horrifying. “What if it’s some ass who’s acting like a Neanderthal and thinks I am his property?” She spoke through teeth clenched tight. “You didn’t have a problem with me acting like a caveman last night.

It's too soon, too fast. We don't even know each other." "Says who?" Ethan demanded. "Who decides how long it should take? Who makes the rules?" Erica shrugged because she really didn't know it just seemed like common sense. He put his index finger under her chin and swept his thumb just under her lower lip. "I do know you." He whispered. "I know you love chocolate and hate roses. I know you are kind and compassionate and generous. I know you feed the homeless and the stray cat that lives behind your apartment. I know you are a hopeless romantic. You are fiercely loyal." His eyes took on a mischievous glint. "I know you are ticklish; I know what makes you moan; I know what makes you squirm." He kissed her softly. "I know when I am with you I don't want to be anywhere else." He kissed her again and this time she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Their tongues tangled in a duel that left her breathless.

I was exhausted, and every part of my body ached. But still, it was the best vacation of my life. Because Erica Hale kissed me.

I’m betting that Zoe is with Ben Ripley right now. Along with two other associates, Mike Brezinski and Erica Hale. And they are currently at Poor Richard’s Sandwich Shoppe at 104 Market Street in Philadelphia. “Uh-oh,” Mike said.

It’s a top-secret CIA mission.” “Why does everyone keep saying that out loud?” I asked. “Because the only people close enough to hear me are also on the mission,” Erica explained. “I’ve already cased the area. All the other residents of this fleabag motel are out skiing, housekeeping has gone home for the day, and the guy running the desk has the stereo in the lobby jacked up so loud playing Christmas music he can barely hear anything over the jingle bells. So the only humans around are either fellow spies or shams.” “Shams?” I asked. “Hello!” Alexander Hale cried, exiting his room. “Case in point,” Erica told me, indicating her father.

From what I understand, you were with Jason Stern a whole three minutes before everything went sideways. You were supposed to lay low and keep an eye out for trouble, not make a ruckus and spend the whole afternoon in the lockup!” It suddenly occurred to me that, although I’d been on several missions with Cyrus Hale, I hadn’t spent more than thirty seconds alone with him. Cyrus was as curmudgeonly as anyone I’d ever met, but I’d either had Erica around to calm him—or Alexander to draw his disdain. Now that it was only the two of us, the ride back to school promised to be as much fun as dental surgery.

Erica acted as though she didn’t even see him, rambling on about hucking off ledges and pulling kangaroo flips in the terrain park, until we were well past him and at the ice rink again. Then she turned to me, fluttered her eyelashes, and announced, “Let’s go ice-skating!” I stared at her, thrown. There weren’t any bodyguards around for her to be acting in front of, and yet “Let’s go ice-skating!” was one of the last things I would have ever expected to hear Erica Hale say, along the lines of “I love scrapbooking,” or “Unicorns are awesome.

Erica didn’t say anything in response. She just gave Cyrus a stare so cold it seemed to lower the temperature around us. Right at this moment, Alexander Hale returned. He barged through the door, whistling happily, and completely failed to pick up on the tension in the room. “Great news!” he cried, holding up a grocery bag. “I got everything we need to make s’mores!” Cyrus squinted at him crankily. “Now, where the heck do you expect to do that?” “The fireplace in the lobby,” Alexander suggested. “The fire in the lobby’s a fake,” Cyrus informed him. “Boy, your observation skills stink on ice.” “That’s right,” Erica told Cyrus tartly. “Everyone in this family’s a lousy spy except you. And no matter how hard we try, we’ll apparently never be good enough.” With that, she stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind her. A cheap framed ski poster fell off the wall and busted on the floor. Cyrus rolled his eyes and muttered, “Teenagers.” Alexander glared at him, still smarting from his insult. “See if I ever buy you campfire treats again,” he said, and then stormed out himself. Somehow, with them gone, there was even more tension in the room. Cyrus was prickly on his best days, but now he seemed ready to blow. I edged toward the door, desperate to get out of there, hoping he might simply ignore me and let me go. He didn’t. His angry gaze now fell on me. “I should probably be going too,” I said as cheerfully as I could. “I’ve got a big day tomorrow with the mission and all, so I want to turn in early and get a good night’s sleep. . . .” “Do you have the hots for Jessica Shang?” Cyrus asked accusingly. “No!” I lied, selling it as hard as I could. “I don’t even think she’s that attractive. In fact, to be totally honest, she’s kind of ugly. I actually feel sorry for her. . . .” Cyrus didn’t buy this for a moment.

Luckily, I was with Erica Hale, who excelled at saving people. She locked eyes with me and mouthed, Stall her. Or possibly taller. Or maybe even stalwart. Lipreading isn’t that easy.

The Agency has agents posted all over campus, and now they’re certainly on their way to get FooFoo BinkyBum.” For a moment, I thought that Cyrus had suddenly gone senile, but then grasped what he meant. I held up the teddy bear. “You mean this?” “Yes. That’s Erica’s, from when she was little.” “Erica Hale had a teddy bear?” Zoe asked with the same amount of amazement she might have shown if she had learned Erica had a third arm growing out of her forehead. “Her grandmother gave it to her,” Cyrus groused, as though he still disapproved. “It’s not like she slept with it or anything. She only pretended to send it on covert missions to overthrow dictators.

Paul Lee slipped into the gap on the couch that Murray had left, trying his best to be debonair and failing miserably. “Ms. Hale, er . . . I fear that you, um . . . may have gotten the wrong . . . er, idea about me. . . .” “You keep your distance from me as well,” Catherine told him. “Or I’ll let Erica rip off your kneecaps and make castanets with them.

Erica Daisy Hale,” Catherine said, in the stern voice that my own parents had used on me when catching me breaking the rules. “Close that door and sit down right now or you’re grounded.” Mike looked at me, stunned. “Her middle name is ‘Daisy’?

It was an extremely common experience to be astonished by something Erica Hale said. In fact, it could happen a dozen times in a single conversation.

RELOCATION Spy School Satellite Facility Kenai Fjords National Park, Alaska July 17 1000 hours Erica Hale dangled from her climbing rope on the cliff face, five hundred feet above the ground, and asked, “What do you smell?” I paused in the midst of rappelling beside her, quite sure that I hadn’t heard the question correctly. “Did you just say, ‘What do you smell?’ ” “Yes.

After a few minutes Erica pulled back slightly. “I thought you were supposed to be trying to seduce me?” “Seems like you needed this more.” “You don’t want to…” “Erica, I always want you, but I still want to be here with you even if we’re not going to make love.” “I thought most guys said ‘have sex’.” “Most of the time that’s what it is, but that’s not what we’re doing.” His words made her stomach lurch and flutter. “I will be whatever you need.” “I need you Ethan.” She whispered running her fingertips over his lower lip. “I need you to make love to me right now.” He grinned and tightened his grip on her. “I think that can be arranged.

Erica," his voice was soft and soothing. "Since the very first time I saw you, you've kept me tied in knots. It took me a month to get the nerve to talk to you. Was it love at first sight? Maybe not love, but it was definitely the recognition of a soul mate. Every day I have spent with you has done nothing but solidify that bond. I haven't said the words because you seemed so intent on taking things slow. But I really thought you knew how I felt. I thought it was obvious.

She’d practically been preparing for it since birth: Spying was her family business. Most of her ancestors had been spies, going all the way back to Nathan Hale in the Revolutionary War. Her grandfather Cyrus Hale was one of the best there’d ever been, and he’d taught Erica almost everything he knew. On the other hand, I came from a long line of grocers. I was only thirteen, and until seven months earlier, my entire espionage experience had consisted of watching James Bond movies.

might try to harm Trixie to get more information—or use her as leverage to manipulate the Hales. “There’s an easy solution to this problem,” Mike assured me. “Lie. All we have to do is be completely dishonest with Erica about what happened for the rest of our lives, and everything will work out just fine.” I stared at him in disbelief. “It’s not that simple. Erica is like a human lie detector. She always finds out the truth. The only reason she hasn’t learned about Trixie yet is because I’ve been avoiding her. But if we go on that ship, I won’t be able to keep that up.” “I’m not so sure about that. This ship is freaking enormous.” Mike unfolded a map of the Emperor that had been contained in the brochure. It was so long, he had to fully extend both his arms to hold it up. “There’s over three thousand guest rooms, plus all the restaurants and pools and everything else. It’ll be like vacationing in a floating city.” “I still won’t be able to avoid Erica the entire time!