It Was Dark And Raining,

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.

That Was Close,"he Said, Helping Himself To Coffee. Yeah, You Almost Opened The Door To Morelli." I Wasn't Talking About Morelli. I Was Talking About Us." That Too," I Said. Ranger Sliced A Bagel And Looked For The Toaster. It's Broken,"i Told Him. He Truned The Boiler On And Slid The Bagel Into The Oven. That's Surprisingly Domestic For A Man Of Mystery," I Said To Him. He Looked At Me Over The Rim Of His Coffee Mug. "i Like Things Hot.

The Way I See It, Living In New Jersey Is A Challenge, What With The Toxic Waste And The Eighteen Wheelers And The Armed Schizophrenics." Connie Rosolli

I Don't Know If It's A Good Idea To Give A Woman A Box Of Bullets When She's Got A Pimple.

Just Because I Know How To Change A Guys Oil Doesn't Mean I Want To Spend The Rest Of My Life On My Back, Staring Up His Undercarriage.