I disconnected and made a mental note not to call Tank unless I was bleeding profusely, and he was the only other person on earth.

And something chocolate, of course. A meal was not a meal without some sort of chocolate for desert.

I'd slept with Ranger! Not sexually, of course. But I'd been in his bed. And then there was the evil shower gel. "It was all because of the shower gel," I said. Morelli's eyes narrowed. "Shower gel?" I made a major effort not to sigh. "Long story. You probably don't want to hear it.

I stuck my tongue out at him because I was feeling exceptionall mature.

Valerie was crying, too. She was laughing and sniffling back sobs. “I’m going to marry my snuggy wuggums,” she said. Morelli paused, his fork halfway to the roast chicken platter. He slid his eyes to me and leaned close. “If you ever call me snuggy wuggums in public I’ll lock you in the cellar and chain you to the furnace.

Maybe it was me," Grandma said."Sometimes they sneak out.Did I fart?

I'd hate to list our specialties. Wreck cars, eat doughnuts, create mayhem.