I don’t know what this country’s coming to when an old lady can’t keep a gun in her purse.
An orgasm is an orgasm, but getting there can leave you with a herniated disc if you aren’t careful.
She’d wanted to grow up to be a superhero, and in a left-turn kind of way she felt like she was on track.
Probably went to get a pretzel.
What I lack in expertise I make up for with desperation and tenacity, because I only get paid when I catch someone.
Whoa. Time out. It’s been a long, stressful day, but let’s not talk crazy.
I set the box of biscuits on the counter and went to the bathroom, and when I returned the biscuits were gone. Only a slobbery, mangled corner of the box remained.
Morelli ran after him, there was a lot of yelling and growling, and Morelli came down empty-handed. “He ate it,” Morelli said. I was horrified to the point of gagging. Ranger stared down at his shoe, making a monumental effort not to laugh. And Morelli stood hands on hips, staring at the bloody splotch on his rug.
For the better part of my childhood, my professional aspirations were simple – I wanted to be an intergalactic princess. I didn’t care much about ruling hordes of space people. Mostly I wanted to wear the cape and the sexy boots and carry a cool weapon.
Gravy isn’t a food group.” “Say what?
Money isn’t everything.’’The only people who say that are people who have enough money to pay the rent.
My instructions were to disable the car, but one of my men bet Hal a burger he couldn’t get the engine out. So Hal removed the engine.
Children. Suppose we have children and it turns out we don’t like them?” “If we can like Bob, we can like anything,” Morelli said. Bob was in the living room licking lint off the carpet.
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.