Ranger pulled onto the shoulder and reprogrammed the GPS system. “Lucky for you, you look good in a T-shirt,” Ranger said. “Lucky for you I don’t have a gun on me.” Ranger turned to me. His voice was low and even, but there was a whisper of incredulous disbelief. “You’re not carrying a gun?” “Didn’t seem necessary for us both to have one.
Probably Ranger wouldn’t even mind that I was here. After all, he’s slept in my bed and used my shower. Of course, I was in them at the time.
Grandma ladled out oatmeal for the three of us. She and I took our bowls into the dining area, and Bob ate his in the kitchen. When Grandma and I went back to the kitchen, Bob’s bowl was empty. The cardboard box that used to hold the cake was also empty. “Guess Bob’s got a sweet tooth,” Grandma said. I shook my finger at him. “That was rude. And besides, you’ll get fat.” Bob wagged his tail.
My eyes never got lower than your nipples. If it wasn’t for the fact that Morelli would shoot me I would have taken you on his front lawn.
Her concept of paradise was something more immediate: a book and a blanket beneath a tree, where she might read in peace.
Notice he called us losers and not quitters. That’s on account of we never quit. In my mind, that’s the difference between being a loser and a winner. A winner is willing to look like a idiot for as long as it takes to get the job done.
Ranger removed my goggles. “Would you like to come home with me?” I stepped away from him. “Thank you for the offer, but no. I’m done with men.” Ranger smiled. “Forever?” “Until I figure some things out.” “And if you don’t figure them out?” “If I can’t figure them out on my own, I’ll ask you to help me.” “Babe, that’s like the blind leading the blind.
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.