"Here's something else to worry about," he said. And he kissed me--his hand at the nape of my neck and his mouth on mine, soft at first, then serious and demanding. He drew me closer and kissed me again and desire washed over me, hot and liquid and scary. "Oh boy," I whispered. "Yeah," he said. "Think about it." "What I think ... is that it's a bad idea." "Of course it's a bad idea," Ranger said. "If it was a good idea I'd have been in your bed a long time ago."