Holy cow!” I said. “You can’t go to the door like that!” “My gun’s in the kitchen.” “Yes, but your underwear’s on the floor in my bedroom!” And that wasn’t the biggest problem.
Mystery creates wonder, and wonder is the basis of man’s desire to understand.
Now it’s my turn,” Riley said. “What’s your first name? Where’d you grow up? Who’s your favorite Batman?
What’s on your bucket list?” I asked. “I got six things so far,” Grandma said. “First off, I want new breasts. These ones I got are a mess.
As much as I disliked Eddie Kuntz, I could sort of identify with a man who got a stiffie over banana cream pie.
The problem with all that falling in love was that eventually it had to come to an end, and the end would be painful.
He’s the Wizard because he’s magic. He mysteriously passes through locked doors. He seems to read minds. He’s able to refuse dessert. And he can give me a hot flash with the touch of a fingertip.
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.