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.
Janet EvanovichI was on my back, looking up at Morelli through cobwebs, and my first thought was that the 7-Eleven victim had exacted revenge on me, and Iโd been stun gunned. The cobwebs cleared, and I discounted stun gunning. โWhat happened?โ I asked Morelli. โYou fainted.โ โThatโs ridiculous.โ โI agree, but if someone sent me a dead woman I might faint, too.โ He was down on one knee, bending over me. โAre you ready to get up?โ โI need a moment.โ โDonโt take too long. People will think Iโm proposing.
Janet EvanovichMen!" "At least we don't fake it." "Listen, it was your uncle. And we were late, remember? So I made the sacrifice and got us there in time for dessert. You should be thanking me." Morelli's mouth was open slightly and his face was registering a mixture of astonished disbelief and wounded, pissed-off male pride. Okay, it wasn't that much of a sacrifice at the time, and I knew he shouldn't be thanking me, but give me a break here... this wasn't famine in Ethiopia
Janet EvanovichShe doesnโt know,โ Cate said. โKellen is a secret. I didnโt think my mother would approve.โ โWhy wouldnโt your mother approve?โ Pugg asked. โItโs my job,โ Kellen said. โI kill people. It pays well, but itโs not universally socially acceptable.
Janet EvanovichAnd the closest I've come to an out-of-body experience was when Joe Morelli took his mouth to me fourteen years ago, behind the eclair case.
Janet EvanovichRanger 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.
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