You Don't Even Need To Go To

Fine. Let Ranger Get Someone Else. Trust Me, You Don't Want To Be Out Looking For A Parking Place On Sloane In The Middle Of The Night." I Won't Have To Look For A Parking Place. Tank's Picking Me Up. Your Working With A Guy Name Tank? He's Big. Jesus, Morelli Said. I Had To Fall In Love With A Woman Who Works With A Guy Named Tank. You Love Me? Of Course I Love You. I Just Don't Want To Marry You.

He Reached Out, Opened The Glove Compartment, And Took Out A Gun. It Was A Smith & Wesson .38 Five-shot Special. It Looked A Lot Like My Gun. "i Stopped By Your Apartment This Morning And Picked This Up For You," Ranger Said. "i Found It In The Cookie Jar." "tough Guys Always Keep Their Gun In The Cookie Jar." "name One." "rockford." Ranger Grinned. "i Stand Corrected.

As Long As He Has A House With Two Bathrooms. I Swear To God, I Don't Care If He's Jack The Ripper.

By About The Sixth Romance I Knew I Wasn't In Exactly The Right Place. I Liked Writing Action. And I Wanted To Write A Book With A Little More Edge Than I Was Allowed In Romance.

Nice Tackle, Babe." Ranger