You Can't Put Cuffs On Mr. Cluck!

[ranger] "how's Your Mental Health?" He Asked. "i Heard About Soder." [stephanie] "i'm Rattled." "i Have A Cure." Oh, Boy. He Put The Truck In Gear And Headed For The Exit. "i Know What You're Thinking," He Said. "and That Wasn't Where I Was Going. I Was Going To Suggest Work." "i Knew That." He Looked Over At Me And Grinned. "you Want Me Bad." I Did. God Help Me.

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.

Truth Is, I'm A Good Catholic Girl. The Faith Has Always Been Elusive, But The Guilt Is Intractable.

If I Didn't Know Better, I'd Think You Were Trying To Get Me Drunk," I Said To Ranger. "not Drunk," Ranger Said. "just Relaxed And Naked.

By About The Sixth Romance I Knew I Wasn't In Exactly The Right Place. I Liked Writing Action. And I Wanted To Write A Book With A Little More Edge Than I Was Allowed In Romance.