Quotes About Ranger

You should see me work my magic in leather Ranger

I was waiting for my body receipt when Morelli walked in. He nodded to Ranger and grinned at me in my whiteness. "I was at my desk, and Mickey told me I had to come out to take a look," Morelli said. "It's floor," I told him. "I can see that. If we add some milk and eggs, we can turn you into a cake.

Hey, Lula said to Ranger's man.You want to watch it? I just had my hair done. I don't need plaster in it. Next time just shoot a hole is this punk-ass loser, will you?

Cute? I think my testosterone level just dropped - Ranger

Diesel is back, Ranger said. Yes. How did you know? I woke uo with a migraine this morning, Ranger said.

The dancers finished thier set, and one immediately strolled over to our table and straddled Ranger. Want a private party? she asked. Not tonight, Ranger said. He handed her a twenty, and she left. What about the cat-feeding theory? I asked him. Out the window.

As I ran water to wash my hands, my earbud fell out of my ear and went down the drain. Crap! I hauled my cellphone out of my bag and texted Ranger. Bad news. Your earbud just went down the drain in the ladies room. It was only a matter of time , he textd back.

I shuddered at the mention of Mrs. Steiger. What's that about? Ranger asked. Mrs. Steiger is the Antichrist. Damn, Ranger said. I left my Antichrist gun at home. Looks like you brought everything else. Never know when you'll need some tear gas. If we have to gas Mrs. Steiger, itll ruin my chances of being Miss Burg in the Mayflower parade.

Ranger slung an arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the top of my head. "Someday I need to talk to you about car care." "I know about car care. I kept a case of motor oil in the back." "That's my girl.

Diesel grinned. "You have a choice. You can be the stupid inferior female or the stupid powerful female." "How about if I'm just myself?" Diesel glanced at Ranger. "I'm not going to touch that one." Ranger shook his head. "I'll pass." "Funny," I said. "Very funny.

No Ranger in sight. That's because he's in the wind. You can't see the wind. Or maybe the wind went home to watch Tuesday night fights.

changed back into my comfy T-shirt advertising beer, crawled into bed, and switched the light off. I woke up at sunrise with Ranger next to me. Naked. No surprise there. Ranger always slept naked.

It was M-m-moe and Shorty," I said. "Damn, I can't stop shaking." "Adrenaline burn-off," Ranger said. "It's normal." "Why aren't you sh-sh-shaking?" "I'm not normal.

Ranger is one of the few civilians in Trenton with a permit to carry concealed. He owns office buildings in Boston, has a daughter in Florida by a failed marriage, has worked worldwide as a mercenary, and has a moral code that isn't entirely in sync with our legal system. I have no idea who the heck he is . . . but I like him.

We got into the Explorer, and I couldn't sit with the gun rammed into my pants. "I can't do this," I said to Ranger. "This dumb gun is too big. It's poking me." Ranger closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the wheel. "I can't believe I hired you.

You in a hurry?" Ranger said, looking amused. "Things to do." I moved to get out of the car, and he grabbed me by the scruff of my neck. "You're going to be careful," he said. Y-y-yes." "And you're going to carry your gun." "Yes." "Loaded." "Okay, loaded." He released my neck. "Sweet dreams.

Ranger was not husband material. He was a heart-stopping handsome Latino, dark-skinned and dark-eyed. He was strong inside and out, an enigma who kept his life scars pretty much hidden.

Ranger slung an arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the top of my head. "Someday I need to talk to you about car care." "I know about car care. I kept a case of motor oil in the back." "That's my girl." His Porsche 911 turbo

It's a long story," I said. "The short version is Diesel and I are pretending to get married, so we can get Kloughn to marry Valerie." "Does Morelli know about this?" "It's pretend." "I'm not even gonna ask if Ranger knows. Poor ol' Diesel here be dead if Ranger knew.

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

Ranger's Cayenne pulled in behind the SUV. Ranger got out, scooped me up off the ground, and held me close.

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.

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

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.