Two windows,” she said with a smile. “And there’s no such word as besweatered.” “It’s like bespectacled, only with a sweater.
Ranger was in his usual black – a perfectly tailored black suit, and a black dress shirt open at the neck. The Glock at the small of his back was also black. Ranger’s body is perfect. His hair is very dark brown. Cut short. His eyes are dark brown and intense. His skin is the color of hot chocolate, the lucky result of his Latino ancestry. His earbud matched his skin tone and was barely detectable.
Ranger released my ponytail but kept a hand on my neck. I tried to act calm, but his touch was humming through me all the way to my toes and points in between.
We’re not secretive about the office buildings, but we try to keep a low profile.” “We?” “I have partners.” “Let me guess – the Justice League. The Flash, Wonder Woman, and Superman.” Ranger looked like he was thinking about smiling.
I don’t have a car. How am I going to get around?” “Taxi. Skateboard. Drone pickup. Figure it out!
Ranger slipped an arm around me, leaned close, and kissed me. The kiss was a further indicator that he liked the dress. In fact, the kiss suggested that while he liked the dress a lot, he wouldn’t mind getting me out of the dress as soon as possible.
Ranger slung an arm around me and hugged me into him, and I could feel him laughing.
If Lula was a pastry she’d be a big chocolate cupcake with a lot of frosting. I’d be more of a croissant with a ponytail.
I crossed the room at a run, barreled through the door to take the stairs, and crashed into Ranger. We lost balance and rolled tangled together to the fourth-floor landing. We lay there for a moment, stunned and breathless. Ranger was flat on his back, and I was on top of him.
A winner is willing to look like a idiot for as long as it takes to get the job done.
The lights were low, and Ranger was naked and lounging on the bed, waiting for me to return. I did a slow scan of his perfect body.
Ranger was the second biggest complication in my life, and now that Morelli was out of the picture, I supposed Ranger was elevated to numero uno. He’s close to six foot, one way or the other, is Latino, with medium brown skin and dark brown hair cut short. His teeth are white and even, and he has a killer smile that is seen only on special occasions. He dresses in black, and today he was wearing a black T-shirt and black cargo pants.
I swear,” Hal said, “this place is like the Bermuda Triangle. It’s friggin’ spooky. I went out to feed the monkeys last night, and I saw the Easter Bunny walking down the road with Sasquatch. And now there are rockets shooting into the sky from nowhere.
Babe,” Ranger said, wrapping his arms around me, gathering me close to him.
I’m a glass-is-half-full person now, and your sorry ass is still in half-empty country.
This is part of the problem with the world today,” Diesel said. “People don’t believe in the mystical.
Life is a journey, not a destination,” Emerson said. “One must live in the moment.
Ranger transferred the messenger bag from his shoulder to mine, pulled me into him, and kissed me like he meant it.
Altogether, there are eight types of illusions. Magic, a dream, a bubble, a rainbow, lightning, the moon reflected in water, a mirage, and a city of celestial musicians.” Vernon.
You should snap me up,” Morelli said. “Not many men would marry you after meeting your grandmother. You’re lucky to have me.