I own nothing. Based on Lulubelle09's challenge. '"Babe I need a favor... I need you to marry me". I'd love to see any other writers use the same line to develop their own one shots.'
My name is Stephanie Plum and I work for Rangeman Security part time and I catch failures to appear for my cousin Vinnie sometimes. I'm 5'7", 125 lbs (depending on the Tasty Pastry and Pinos), with blue eyes and curly brown hair. I used to bounce back and forth with my on / off boyfriend, Joe Morelli but we ended it with a calm talk about a year ago when I started part time at Rangeman. The other man in my life is my boss at Rangeman. His name is Ricardo Carlos Manoso a.k.a. Ranger. He is 6', 200 lbs of muscle covered by yummy mocha latte skin with long black hair. He had been gone for about six months on his last mission for the government. I missed him terribly due to the fact that A) he's my best friend and B) I'm in Love with him. I was currently sitting in my car doing surveillance just off Stark St. trying to catch Thomas Vita. Vita had skipped his court date after being arrested for getting drunk and dancing down Main St. wearing only his twelve year old daughter's pink tutu. The charges of drunk and disorderly and public nudity did him in. I had been sitting in my grandma Mazur's 1953 powder blue Buick for the past three hours and my butt was falling asleep. I was startled fully awake when the passenger side door was opened and Ranger slid in.
I gawked at him, "Ranger, back from the wind?"
He gave me a partial smile, "Babe, I need you to do me a favor."
I smiled, "Anything."
Ranger gave me the full two thousand watt smile, "I need you to marry me."
I stopped breathing for a second, "You need me to marry you. As in vows, priest, church, rings, white dress, marry you. But we're not even dating."
I got the blank face now, "We don't have to really get married, just say we are."
"Ranger, my mom would find out and we'd be done for. Why do we have to say we're getting married?"
He quirked an eyebrow at me, "It's to get my mother off my back. She keeps setting me up with random women and I don't want any of them. Babe, Stephanie, you need to please help me."
I was stunned, "Batman are you begging me to help you fake an engagement to get the batmom to back off and stop setting you up with Poision Ivy and Cat Woman?"
Ranger looked pained at that point, "Basically yes."
I beamed, "Ok, I'm in. Yes, I'll pretend to marry you." I get to marry the man I love.
