Fortune and Glory: Tantalizing Twenty-Seven (Stephanie Plum, #27)

by Janet Evanovich

Probably I didn’t need to look for Lou Salgusta, since the police would notice an old guy carrying a flamethrower.

“My life is such a mess,” I said to Lula. “Maybe,” she said, “but your hair looks good.”

I didn’t usually take communion, but I was starving, and communion would get me a cracker.

Forty minutes later I inched my way down the aisle in the communion line and caught Morelli’s attention. He shook his head at me, and looked down at the missal in his lap, making an effort not to laugh out loud. He knew I was only after the cracker.

“Understood,” Ranger said, “but I’m going to keep you under GPS surveillance. You’re a walking disaster, and you’re my only source of fun.”

you can put it in your underwear drawer with all your other treasures.” “I don’t have any other treasures.” “Not yet,”

He had a bottle of wine and a box of cupcakes.