No one can eat just one French fry.” “I bet supermodels eat just one French fry.
May misfortune follow us the rest of our lives, but never catch up.
Ranger hung my bag on my shoulder and looked at me. “Are you okay with all this?” “Actually, I feel like throwing up a lot.” “It’s the doughnuts.” “It’s my life.
That’s just terrible. Obviously the woman needed a cannoli. I don’t know what this world’s coming to when you get arrested for needing a cannoli.
But I could end up in prison.” He waved off her concern. “I’d break you out.” “You’d do that for me?” “You’re my daughter, aren’t you?” Kate smiled. Sure, he’d missed a lot of Christmases and birthdays during her childhood, but not many fathers could be counted on to mount a prison break.
Whoever thought a naked beach was a good idea never sat in one.
I’m short. I have to think tall.
Ranger’s Cayenne pulled in behind the SUV. Ranger got out, scooped me up off the ground, and held me close.
The difference between adventure and adversity is attitude.
There’s no tab. And there’s no price for what we give each other. Not ever. Not financial. Not emotional. I have to get back to work.
We’ve got to get into shape,” I said to Lula. “We should go to a gym or something.” “I’d sooner set myself on fire.” That about summed it up for me, too.
I cut my eyes to the alley. Ranger was still there, doubled over the steering wheel, shaking with laughter.
He grabbed me by my jacket lapels, pulled me to him, and kissed me. His tongue touched mine and I got a rush that was just a millimeter below climax. His hands slid inside my jacket and circled my waist. He was hard against me. And suddenly nothing mattered but a Ranger-induced orgasm. I wanted one. Now. The hell with Eddie DeChooch. One of these days he’d drive himself into a bridge abutment and that’d be the end of that.
My feeling is if God wanted me to pick up dog poop he would have made it look like diamonds and smell like roses.
Ranger is Cuban-American with skin the color of a mocha latte, heavy on the mocha, and a body that can best be described as yum.
Sometimes when a plan is right, everything else, all the things you can’t control, falls into place just the way it should.
Finding out” with Ranger is a whole different deal than finding out with Lula. Lula and I are Lucy Ricardo and Ethel Mertz. Ranger is Batman.
He tucked my hair behind my ear, his fingertips brushing feather light across my temple, his thumb at the line of my jaw. “I have my own team.
You come from a long line of scary women” Ranger finally said.
I swear, you’re a crazy person. You go around up to your eyeballs in snakes and dead people and exploding beavers. It’s just not normal. Even when I was a ’ho, my life wasn’t that freaky.