Stroll around and look sexy, ask annoying questions, in general get on everyone’s nerves. All those things that come naturally to you.
I’ll have one of my men drop a car off for you.” “Thanks. I’ll try not to lose it.” “If you can manage to keep it intact for a week, it’s yours. If it gets stolen, blown up, crushed by a garbage truck, set on fire, filled with cement, or dies an untimely death by any other means, I’ll expect you to spend the night with me.
It’s a long story,” I said. “The short version is Diesel and I are pretending to get married, so we can get Kloughn to marry Valerie.” “Does Morelli know about this?” “It’s pretend.” “I’m not even gonna ask if Ranger knows. Poor ol’ Diesel here be dead if Ranger knew.
So all you have to do is get in touch with Spider-Man?
I’m not spectral, but I’ve been told I can be pretty damn phenomenal.
I rolled my eyes so far into the back of my head I saw myself thinking.
Life is a series of natural changes. Resisting change only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.
They got stuff here that I didn’t even know existed. Everything’s spandex and sequins. It’s a retired ho’s dream come true.
Count me in.” Jake put his things back in the rucksack, slung it over his shoulder, and stood up. “The kids can finish up this project.” “You’ve taught them how to make land mines?” “I wouldn’t be much of a grandfather if I didn’t.
He pulled me toward him, lowered his mouth to mine, and kissed me. The kiss was slow and deep. His hands were firm on my back. I grasped his shirt and leaned into him. And I felt his body respond.
Grandma pulled a .44 magnum out of her purse. Everybody duck, and I’ll shoot out his tires.
You can’t be mad at me,” Ranger said. “I’m cute. I might even be adorable.
I’ll have Ella order some Rangeman shirts for you. If you decide to go back to Vinnie you can keep the shirts.” Ranger almost smiled. “I like the idea of you wearing my name on your breast.
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.