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.
Diesel was smiling at Grandma. “You blew through almost two hundred thousand and you were playing dollar slots? That’s impressive.” “Especially since some of that time I was winning,” Grandma said. “Twelve dollars?” “Yep. I was on a roll.
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.
Sometimes I moonlight for a guy named Ranger who’s extremely bad in an incredibly good way.
The mother and daughter whose roles had reversed – Grandma gladly relinquishing parental responsibility, my mother grimly accepting the task, struggling to find a place for an old woman who’d suddenly become a strange hybrid of tolerant mother and rebellious daughter. My father, in the living room, not wanting any part of it.
It was one of those impulse things.
I don’t feel comfortable with that,” Emerson said. “I’m not actually a gun person.” “Guns don’t kill people,” Rollo said. “Pontiac GTOs being pushed off mountains kill people.
Powder blue is a sissy color.
Are you laughing? I can feel you laughing. My life isn’t funny!” “Babe, your life should be a prime-time sitcom.
Okay, I know he was captain of the football team and he could bake a cake – that didn’t mean I was ready to suck his finger. I was picky about what I put in my mouth. “I’ll wait,” I told him. “Wouldn’t want to spoil my appetite.
He opened two blouse buttons and traced a line along the top of my bra with his fingertip. He bent his head, brushed a kiss across my breast, and slipped his hand inside my bra. I think I might have moaned a little, and I steadied myself by sliding my hand up the inside of his thigh. It turns out that just because I think I could have a future with Morelli doesn’t mean I’m entirely immune to Ranger’s hotness.
Morelli opened a kitchen drawer, removed a gun, and stepped to the cellar door. “Wait,” I said, “maybe we should call the police.” “Cupcake, I am the police.
I try hard not to make the same mistake more than 3 or 4 times in a row.
I wanted to marry Aladdin so I’d get to fly on his magic carpet. So you can see that we were coming from different places.
Finally, a sport I could enjoy.