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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.

Jesus, Morelli, You Sound Like You Have Pms. You Have To Learn To Lighten Up A Little. It's Just A Car Alarm. You Should Be Thanking Me. I Had It Installed With My Own Money.

Valerie Was Crying, Too. She Was Laughing And Sniffling Back Sobs. “i’m Going To Marry My Snuggy Wuggums,” She Said. Morelli Paused, His Fork Halfway To The Roast Chicken Platter. He Slid His Eyes To Me And Leaned Close. “if You Ever Call Me Snuggy Wuggums In Public I’ll Lock You In The Cellar And Chain You To The Furnace.

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

Babe,' Ranger Said. 'do Something With Her.' And He Disconnected. I Called Ranger Back. 'no,' I Said. 'and I Need Information On Jelly Kantner. His Apartment Got Blown Up, And I Need To Find Him.' And I Should Do This Why?' Because You Like Me.' There Was A Full Beat Of Silence. 'i Do,' Ranger Said. 'i Like You A Lot. Sometimes I'm Not Sure Why. Give Me A Couple Minutes.