I'd Kiss You, But You

He Squinted At Me. "what Are You Wearing? Is That Some New Form Of Birth Control?

He’s Sort Of A Homeless Horse,” I Said. “i’m Leaving For The Airport In Two Seconds, And I Won’t Be Back For A Couple Days. You Can Put The Horse In The Garage, But I Don’t Want That Horse In My Apartment.” “who Would Put A Horse In An Apartment? That’s Dumb.” “where’s The Horse Staying Now?” “my Apartment.” “i Can Always Count On You To Brighten My Day,” Ranger Said. And He Disconnected.

I'd Slept With Ranger! Not Sexually, Of Course. But I'd Been In His Bed. And Then There Was The Evil Shower Gel. "it Was All Because Of The Shower Gel," I Said. Morelli's Eyes Narrowed. "shower Gel?" I Made A Major Effort Not To Sigh. "long Story. You Probably Don't Want To Hear It.

Excuse Me?" I Said, Palms Down On The Formica Tabletop. "coffee? I Thought We Came Here For Pie." "i Don't Eat The Kind Of Pie They Serve Here." I Felt A Flash Of Heat Go Through My Stomach. I Knew Firsthand The Kind Of Pie Ranger Liked.

I Took The Stool Next To Him, Raising An Eyebrow At The Coffee And Cruller On The Counter. "thought You Weren't Into Internal Pollution," I Said. Lately Ranger'd Been On A Health Food Thing. "props," Ranger Told Me. "didn't Want To Look Out Of Place." I Didn't Want To Burst His Fantasy Bubble, But The Only Time Ranger Wouldn't Look Out Of Place Would Be Standing In A Lineup Between Rambo And Batman.