Three to Get Deadly (Stephanie Plum 3)

Morelli let some smile creep into his voice. “After the hamburger I could show you my garage. Did I mention that I had a garage?”

“Not until now.”

“Well, I have a garage, and I know a game . . .”

Oh boy. “I think I know this game.”

The smile spread to his eyes. “Yeah?”

“It has to do with . . . transportation. Trains and such.”

“I've learned some new routes since the last time we played,” he said.

And then his lips brushed the nape of my neck, sending a jolt of fire straight to my doodah.