Quotes from Janet Evanovich

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.

You can't be mad at me," Ranger said. "I'm cute. I might even be adorable.

They were actually sitting at a table, like two old friends, not like the hunter and the hunted. And it wasn't especially awkward. They were comfortable together, despite the fact that she'd hit him with a bus. Maybe his scheme would work.

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.

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.

I'll have Ella order some Rangeman shirts for you. If you decide to go back to Vinnie you can keep the shirts." Ranger almost smiled. "I like the idea of you wearing my name on your breast.

Ranger pulled onto the shoulder and reprogrammed the GPS system. "Lucky for you, you look good in a T-shirt," Ranger said. "Lucky for you I don't have a gun on me." Ranger turned to me. His voice was low and even, but there was a whisper of incredulous disbelief. "You're not carrying a gun?" "Didn't seem necessary for us both to have one.

Lucille must have fed him a Vallium smoothie this morning.

Ranger removed my goggles. "Would you like to come home with me?" I stepped away from him. "Thank you for the offer, but no. I'm done with men." Ranger smiled. "Forever?" "Until I figure some things out." "And if you don't figure them out?" "If I can't figure them out on my own, I'll ask you to help me." "Babe, that's like the blind leading the blind.

Whoa. Time out. It's been a long, stressful day, but let's not talk crazy.

My feeling on rain is that it should only occur at night when people are sleeping. At night, rain is cozy. During the day, rain is a pain in the gumpy.

Morelli ran after him, there was a lot of yelling and growling, and Morelli came down empty-handed. "He ate it," Morelli said. I was horrified to the point of gagging. Ranger stared down at his shoe, making a monumental effort not to laugh. And Morelli stood hands on hips, staring at the bloody splotch on his rug.

For the better part of my childhood, my professional aspirations were simple—I wanted to be an intergalactic princess. I didn't care much about ruling hordes of space people. Mostly I wanted to wear the cape and the sexy boots and carry a cool weapon.

I cut my eyes to the alley. Ranger was still there, doubled over the steering wheel, shaking with laughter.

My feeling is if God wanted me to pick up dog poop he would have made it look like diamonds and smell like roses.

His hands still held the windbreaker, his knuckles resting lightly on my breasts. An act of intimate possession more than of sexual aggression.

able to walk away. I was firmly pulled back by my ponytail. Ranger had come in behind me and had me by the hair. "Glad to see you're hard at work looking for Mooner." "Shhh. I want to hear Joyce bark like a dog." Ranger had me flat against him, and I could feel the heat from his body seeping into mine. "Not sure that's worth waiting for, babe.

Ranger stood and stretched, his black T-shirt rode up, and I caught a glimpse of two inches of brown skin and hard abs and almost had an orgasm. "Babe," he said. "Are you okay?" "Yep. Why?" "You sort of moaned." "Gas." "Understandable.

was pulled out of the water and wrapped in a blanket. Someone removed the cuffs. Ranger held me tight against him, his cheek against mine. "You're okay," he said. "You're safe.

Ranger was in his usual black—a perfectly tailored black suit, and a black dress shirt open at the neck. The Glock at the small of his back was also black. Ranger's body is perfect. His hair is very dark brown. Cut short. His eyes are dark brown and intense. His skin is the color of hot chocolate, the lucky result of his Latino ancestry. His earbud matched his skin tone and was barely detectable.

We're not secretive about the office buildings, but we try to keep a low profile." "We?" "I have partners." "Let me guess—the Justice League. The Flash, Wonder Woman, and Superman." Ranger looked like he was thinking about smiling.

Ranger slipped an arm around me, leaned close, and kissed me. The kiss was a further indicator that he liked the dress. In fact, the kiss suggested that while he liked the dress a lot, he wouldn't mind getting me out of the dress as soon as possible.

Dancing hotdogs don't say shit.