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.

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Ranger Clicked His Penlight On. "hang Onto

Janet Evanovich

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.

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Gun

Hands

Littles

Men!" "at Least We Don't Fake It." "listen, It Was Your Uncle. And We Were Late, Remember? So I Made The Sacrifice And Got Us There In Time For Dessert. You Should Be Thanking Me." Morelli's Mouth Was Open Slightly And His Face Was Registering A Mixture Of Astonished Disbelief And Wounded, Pissed-off Male Pride. Okay, It Wasn't That Much Of A Sacrifice At The Time, And I Knew He Shouldn't Be Thanking Me, But Give Me A Break Here... This Wasn't Famine In Ethiopia

Uncles

Pride

Sacrifice