'Now what?' Ranger said.
'I left my pillow in the living room.'
Ranger reached out and gathered me into him. 'You can share mine. Just don't climb on top of me like you did last night or those cute little pajamas you're wearing will be on the floor when you wake up.'
'I didn't climb on top of you!'
'Babe, you were all over me.'
'You wish. And your hand is on my ass.'
'My hand on your ass is the least of your worries.'
I woke up completely entangled with Ranger.
'Uh-oh,' I said. 'Sorry! I seem to be on top of you.'
Ranger kissed my neck and slid the strap to my tank top off my shoulder. And then his hand was under my little knit top, his fingers skimming across my breast. He kissed me, and our tongues touched, and his mouth moved lower and lower… and lower! And this is the thing I knew about Ranger from the one time we'd been together. Ranger made love. And Ranger liked to kiss. Ranger kissed everything. A lot.
Ranger froze in mid kiss.
'What? I asked.
'Someone's at your door. I just heard the lock tumble.'
'How could you possibly hear the lock tumble? You had your head under the covers!'
He moved off me, slipped out of bed, and started for the door.
'Holy cow!' I said. 'You can't go to the door like that!'
'My gun's in the kitchen.'
'Yes, but your underwear's on the floor in my bedroom!' And that wasn't the biggest problem.
The front door to my apartment opened, and the chain caught with a snap. There was a moment's silence, and then Morelli's voice sounding impatient.
'Steph?'
There've been times in my life when I couldn't get a decent date. Long dry spells with no boyfriend, no sex, no relationship prospects. And now I had two men. Life was a bitch. I scrounged under the covers for my pajamas, rammed myself into them and jumped out of bed. I padded barefoot to my front door and peeked at Morelli over the chain.
'Hi,' I said.
'Are you going to let me in?'
'Sure.'
I slid the chain back and opened the door for him.
'I'm not staying,' he said. 'I'm just dropping off.' And he tossed a duffle bag into the foyer.
'What's this?' I asked.
'I'm moving in.'
Oh boy.
Morelli looked at the pillow and blanket in the living room. 'Who's sleeping on the floor?'