Three to Get Deadly (Stephanie Plum, #3)

by Janet Evanovich

“You think I can’t do this bounty hunter shit?” Lula hadn’t yet embarked on the language makeover. “Well, of course you can do it,” I said. “It’s just that this situation is sort of…delicate.” “Hell,” she said, stuffing herself into her jacket. “I can delicate your ass off.”

Ranger was jogging in place when I got to the parking lot. I saw his eyes flick to my hair. “Don’t say it,” I warned him. “Don’t say a single word.” Ranger held his hands up in a backing-off gesture. “None of my business.” The corners of his mouth twitched. I stuffed my hands on my hips. “You’re laughing at me!” “You look like Ronald McDonald.” “It’s not that bad!” “You want me to take care of your hair-dresser?” “No! It wasn’t his fault.”