I wasn't always a writer. When I went to college and majored in fine arts, I was a painter. Then I was a stay-at-home mom.
Zombie, all you have to do is douse your shop in my stink spray.
Was standing facing my car, and behind me, I could hear windows being thrown open in my apartment building. It was Lorraine in her nightie and Mo in his cap. They’d just settled their brains for a lon...
Was chilling and eerily invasive. It tied the flowers
They have enough testosterone between them, if testosterone were electricity they could light up New York City for the month of August
The ancient Greeks thought there were four kinds of love. Storge, or familial love. Philia, or friendship. Eros, or romantic love, and agape, or unconditional love.
Stuffed myself into a white T-shirt, topped with a plaid flannel shirt and a pair of Levi’s with a small hole in the crotch which I convinced myself no one could see.
Office. Freaking glorious. I hefted my bag higher on my shoulder and I headed out. Tank was standing guard on the sidewalk, in front of my car. I have a couple FTAs, I said to Tank. One’s in the Burg...
My leg over the bike. Ranger was watching me, smiling. I like the way you straddle that, he said. Someday . . .
My knee,
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.
Gold is stored in New York in vaults resting on bedrock, eighty feet below street level. The walls of the vaults are steel-reinforced concrete. The vaults are impenetrable.
Carried me into the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed. Five minutes, he said, lacing his shoes.
Came through the mail,
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 bu...
Basement.
You’d really go all the way to Greece, and run a covert operation again, just so I can have the satisfaction of capturing Nick Fox? Sure, he said. We don’t get nearly enough quality father-daughter ti...
You're not looking for a partner, Ranger said. You're looking for an enforcer. You hate to run. You must be worried about getting into that black dress. What did you eat just now? Piece of cake? Candy...
You'd tell me if we were getting married, wouldn't you? I mean, you wouldn't just appear on my doorstep one day and say we were due at the church in an hour.
You underestimate me. I’m pretty fucking mean. Morelli grinned. You’re a marshmallow. Soft and sweet and when you get heated up you go all gooey and delicious.