'This is a little déjà vu,' I said to him. 'Didn't you start the night out on the couch?'
'No. I was on the computer when you went to bed. You were already asleep by the time I was done.'
'So you climbed in next to me? I thought when you moved in you'd be sleeping on the couch.'
'You thought wrong.'
'You can't sleep in my bed. It just isn't done. I have a boyfriend. He's a nice guy, but he's not good with sharing.'
'Babe, we're sharing a bed, not a sexual experience. I can control myself if you can.'
'Oh great.'
Ranger's face creased into a smile. 'You can't control yourself?'
I bit into my lower lip.
'Stephanie,' he said. 'You shouldn't tell me things like that. I'll take advantage.'
I blew out a sigh and rolled away from him. 'No you won't. You're Ranger. You're the guy who protects me.'
'Yes, but not from myself!'
I kicked the covers off and slid out of bed. I needed to find Edward Scrog. I needed to find him now! I couldn't manage another morning of waking up next to Ranger.
I took a shower and called Morelli.
'What's going on?' I said.
'I don't know,' Morelli said, sounding half asleep. 'Give me a hint?'
'With Carmen. With Julie Martine. Why hasn't someone found Julie Martine yet? What the heck are you guys doing? I don't understand what's taking so long.'
'What time is it?' Morelli wanted to know. I heard some fumbling and then swearing. 'It's seven-fucking-thirty,' Morelli said. 'It was after two when I got to bed.'
'Did I wake you?'
'Mmm.'
'Sorry. You always get up so early.'
'Not today. Talk to you later.' And he hung up.
I stomped out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where Ranger was making coffee. 'I'm going out,' I said.
'Where are you going?'
'I'm going out for muffins.'
'Give me five minutes to get my shoes on.'
'I don't have five minutes,' I said. 'I have things to do. I've got the panic button. I'll be fine. I'll bring a muffin back for you. What do you want, zucchini, no fat, no sugar, extra bran?'
I turned to go and Ranger scooped me up and carried me into the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed. 'Five minutes,' he said, lacing his shoes.
I lay there spread-eagle, w
aiting for him. 'Very macho,' I said.