My professional aspirations were simple - I wanted to be an intergalactic princess.

Honey, a man can't keep his gun in a cookie jar. It just isn't done.

Suppose something goes wrong? Suppose you need a big full-figure woman like me to help straighten things out?" Lula

If anything happened to you, I'd be so destroyed they'd have to strap me to a bed and feed me through a tube. After five or six years, I might be capable of taking care of Rex. In the interim, you should assign a guardian.

I like being able to provide consistent and frequent literary choices for my fans.

I exchanged my flannel shirt for a Rangers jersey and zapped the television on. Probably I should make more phone calls, but the Rangers were playing and priorities were priorities.

Ranger clicked his penlight on. "Hang onto me if you can't see." I curled my hand into the back of his cargo pants just above his gun belt. "I'm good to go." He was still for a beat. "You could have held on to my jacket," he said. "Would you rather I do that?" "No. Not even a little.