The receiver clicked and the dial tone buzzed.
When she got to the site, she typed in the words and clicked on Spanish-to-English.
A moment later, a light clicked on.
Later, she lay in bed, tucked warmly under the covers as his boots clicked away from her on the hardwood floor - down the hall and into the den.
Releasing the break, she slapped the lines on the back of the mules and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
She shook her head and clicked her tongue against the top of her mouth.
"Oh, wait, don't shut the-- " The door to the apartment clicked shut, locking automatically.
She clicked the buttons on the key fob until Dusty's car blinked in response, then trotted to it.
Damian had a lot of cars, and she found the black BMW whose lights flashed when she clicked the key fob.
Something within him clicked, and he recalled his resolve not to let the woman in his life strangle him anymore.
The front door swung open behind her and his boots clicked across the hardwood floor, stopping at the kitchen doorway.
Finally something clicked inside of her, forcing her into action.
White high-heeled sandals clicked smartly as she walked across the porch behind Alex.
As the door clicked shut behind him, her breath escaped in a strangled sob.
She pulled her keys out of her purse and clicked the unlock button, mouth dry as the vehicle's lights blinked.
Katie clicked the phone off and looked at the five-year-old doing wind sprints across her apartment.
It clicked, and she jerked back.
As his square toed western boots clicked across the floor, a large belt buckle traced the graceful swing of his stride.
His cell door clicked open. Toby bounced to his feet.
Toenails clicked on concrete behind her and panting announced that Brutus had arrived for his breakfast.
His square toed boots clicked across the floor with that quick step she had learned to recognize.
He reached back to grab the iPad and clicked the picture open.
The line clicked, but she stood there holding the telephone.
Its nails clicked on the hard flooring.
The young officer standing in the gateway, as if hesitating whether to enter or not, clicked his tongue.
The needles clicked lightly in her slender, rapidly moving hands, and he could clearly see the thoughtful profile of her drooping face.
She clicked her teeth (Karay no longer had her by the throat), leaped with a movement of her hind legs out of the gully, and having disengaged herself from the dogs, with tail tucked in again, went forward.