Quotes About Relationship

be refreshing." Ranger smiled. "There are times when I seriously consider marrying you, but then I get yet another black mark on my path to enlightenment and forgiveness and I scratch marriage off my bucket list." "Really? You think about marrying me?" "Marrying you might be extreme, but once in a while I think about sharing my closet." "You have a really great closet.

Stephanie, I'm begging you. Eat some doughnuts. I can't keep going like this. - Morelli

You're my bodyguard and lover. She shook her head. Just your bodyguard. He'll never believe I'm not sleeping with you. You aren't. Even I find that unbelievable, Nick said.

You must be a terrible burden to your mother. I am feeling so sorry for her not to have a proper daughter. Mrs. Apusenja - To the Nines

Go figure that. Joseph Morelli with a house, a dog, a steady job, and an SUV. And on odd days of the month he woke up wanting to marry me. It turns out want to marry him on even days of the month, so to date we've been spared commitment.

You don't have to be there to be there.

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.

You're scum, Morelli! You're scum!

Morelli turned to Ranger. "If anything happens to her, I'm holding you responsible." "Understood," Ranger said. "Excuse me?" I said. "I'm an adult. I make my own decisions. And I'm responsible for my well-being. Is that clear?" "No," both men said in unison.

I woke up wrapped in Ranger's arms, our legs entwined, my face snuggled into his neck. He smelled nice, and he felt even better . . . warm and friendly. I enjoyed it for a moment before reality took hold.

Sliced off like a chicken neck and stuck with a hatpin. Reminded me of my husband." Lula leaned forward so she could whisper. "You talking about size? Was your man's part that big?" "Heck no," Grandma said. "His part was that dead.

She's wacko. I should have known she was wacko from the beginning. She had a thing about spies. Was always watching those stupid Bond movies. I'd be banging her from behind, and she'd be watching James Bond on the television. Can you believe it? ~(Written during Pierce Brosnan's 007 days so, yeah, I CAN believe it!) Four To Score

Problem was, I just didn't know if I was ready for marriage. Marriage is scary stuff. You have to share a bathroom. What's with that? And what about fantasies?

He tucked my hair behind my ear, his fingertips brushing feather light across my temple, his thumb at the line of my jaw. "I have my own team.

He opened two blouse buttons and traced a line along the top of my bra with his fingertip. He bent his head, brushed a kiss across my breast, and slipped his hand inside my bra. I think I might have moaned a little, and I steadied myself by sliding my hand up the inside of his thigh. It turns out that just because I think I could have a future with Morelli doesn't mean I'm entirely immune to Ranger's hotness.

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

slipped onto the passenger seat, and Ranger leaned over and kissed me just below my ear. It was a hello kiss. Nothing serious. If I wanted it to get serious all I had to do was smile.

It means that he looks like my boyfriend, but I don't say it out loud.

Ranger was the second biggest complication in my life, and now that Morelli was out of the picture, I supposed Ranger was elevated to numero uno. He's close to six foot, one way or the other, is Latino, with medium brown skin and dark brown hair cut short. His teeth are white and even, and he has a killer smile that is seen only on special occasions. He dresses in black, and today he was wearing a black T-shirt and black cargo pants.

So it was okay with Tank that you bought the ring?" "Tank got a real important job," Lula said. "He don't necessarily have time to go shopping for shit like this." "Does he know he's engaged?" "Of course he knows," Lula said.

I don't exactly date, but I sort of have a boyfriend." "What does sort of mean?" "It means that he looks like my boyfriend, but I don't say it out loud.

I was pretty sure this time "Babe" meant I was giving him a cramp in his sphincter.

You're working with a guy named 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.

Omigod. He gave you a car? He said it was an investment in our working relationship. What does that mean? What kind of car is it? A new Porsche. That's at least oral sex. Be serious! I said. Okay, the truth is . . . It's beyond oral sex. It could be, you know, butt stuff. I'll return the car. Stephanie, this is a Porsche! And I think he's flirting with me, but I'm not sure.