I wanted to give Ranger a chance to explain why in Hard Eight he told Stephanie to repair things with Joe and then give the story a Babe ending. Everything familiar - events, phrases, characters - belongs to Janet. The mistakes are mine. Warnings for language and a tiny bit of smut.
It was the day after Stephanie and I had settled the DeChooch deal, and we're currently in the middle of a conversation I had wanted more than anything to avoid. I hated to say what I'm about to, but I felt I had to give her an out if she wanted one. She's made it clear that she's cautious when it comes to doing anything with me, romantic or otherwise, and I wasn't going to force a relationship on her if she wasn't ready for one. The deal was as far as I was willing to push her.
"You need to repair your relationship with Morelli," I told her, feeling like an asshole, but I needed Stephanie happy more than I wanted her with me.
"We needed a time-out," she said.
They needed a fuckload more than that. Like a restraining order to keep Morelli permanently away from her, a transfer to get him out of Trenton for good, or a round-the-clock bodyguard on Stephanie to keep Joe's hands the hell off her, would all be fine with me.
"I'm being a good guy right now because it suits my purposes, but I'm an opportunist, and I'm attracted to you." That was probably the most understated comment I've ever made. The next one was a little more truthful. "And I'll be back in your bed if the Morelli time-out goes on for too long."
I don't know where I was coming up with this shit, but it sounded like I was doing the right thing for her, so I went with it. But just to remind Stephanie of who she'd gotten involved with, I kept talking and put the final nail in my coffin.
"I could make you forget Morelli if I put my mind to it. That wouldn't be good for either of us."
Half truth, half lie. I'd welcome an opportunity to kick Morelli's ass out of her life, but this isn't about me. Stephanie had to want to walk away from Joe on her own first. Not having Stephanie is bad enough, watching her run back to Joe time and time again has fucked with both my head and my heart more than I ever wanted to let it.
"That's very noble, Ranger. Are you done talking now?"
"Yes."
"Good. Since you're feeling so chatty, how about you tell me why I should go back to Joe," she said to me, her beautiful eyes narrowed.
Very different than the drowsy, satisfied look Steph was giving me last night. Now wasn't the time to think about that. I gave my head an almost imperceptible shake at just how deep I was in with her. I have yet to stop thinking about what we had done to each other. Stephanie is on a roll so I thought it wise to pay attention to her instead of picturing her naked, her body and mind open to whatever I had in store for them. Fuck. This isn't helping at all. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Stephanie's anger made a sizable dent in the lust that was quickly taking over my body again.
"So I should 'repair' what Morelli and I had so he can treat me like crap some more?" Steph said, angry at Joe and probably me at the moment, too. "Pressure me to marry him yet again? Is that really what you want? Me to be someone else's problem. Someone else's wife?"
She didn't give me a chance to answer. She's beautiful when she's pissed as hell, but it's common knowledge that she's not really willing to listen when she's upset about something.
"And what exactly am I supposed to fix anyway?" She asked me. "Myself? Because according to Joe, that's the only thing wrong with our relationship. Me. And you want me to go back to that? I guess that means you don't want me for the same reason."
I made the mistake of waiting to see if she was going to finally let me speak. It's clear that communication between us is on the blink again.
"What?" She said to me. "You've got nothing to say to that?"
Looks like Eliza had been prepared for this conversation, something I sure as hell hadn't been.
"Not that I'm surprised," she continued, pausing only long enough to take a breath. "The Man of Mystery wouldn't dare give anything away ... except for me."
My teeth clenched. If Stephanie was mine, I sure as fuck wouldn't 'give her away'.
"You aren't mine ..."
"I guess that's really what I'm asking ... why don't you want me to be?"
That's the question I'd been waiting for. I opened my mouth to say exactly that, but Stephanie had already worked up a head of steam and it was best to let her get it all out of her system before claiming what should have been mine a long time ago.
"Jesus, Ranger. After the night we just had, can't you see that we're the ones who need to work on our relationship? Can't you get it through that thick skull of yours that you are the only one I want? Not Morelli. Not any of your men. Not Tony down at the Shop 'n Bag. You. There ... I said it. Now what are you going to do about it? Push me up against the wall and have your way with me again before walking out? Or leave before giving me even that little bit of yourself?"
I will be having my way with her as much, and for as long, as she'd let me, but there are a few things that need to be done first. And I knew Stephanie wouldn't believe me if I told her how I felt right now. She'd view it as a way of getting her back into bed, nothing more. And while that is part of my plan, it isn't the whole one.
Her internal timer went off, and she must have decided that my standing here, appearing unfazed, wasn't what she needed from me so she retreated after going on one hell of an attack.
"I think you should go," she said.
I could see the beginnings of tears in her eyes and I'd rather rip out my own heart a thousand times over than watch hers break. I didn't know exactly how to voice that so I went with plan B and pulled her to me, trying to use my lips and tongue to convey that I'm thinking along the same relationship lines as she is. But after a few seconds of kissing me back, Steph pushed against my shoulders. I let her go reluctantly, and was even prouder of her for taking a stand and not caving even as I was kissing the panties off her. If I couldn't change her mind about something, Morelli had no fucking chance. My someday with Stephanie would start tonight, she just didn't know it yet.
"You need to go," she repeated when I didn't move, her eyes no longer watery, just dazed and understandably confused.
Good. I needed her feeling not thinking right now.
"I'll go, Steph, but I will be back. And soon. We have some unfinished business to sort out once I get this job finished."
"Same 'ol, same 'ol," I heard her mumble under her breath. "We've had nothing but unfinished business between us, why would this be any different?"
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep the grin in. Our business would be concluded tonight, when I do exactly as I'd threatened and return to her bed where I should've been all along. Morelli could never be the man she needs. And both Steph and I seemed to have figured that out at the same time. Maybe by the time I come back, Stephanie would be willing to swear to it.
I leaned in like I was going to kiss her again just to see if she'd let me. She did, but only for a quick brush of my lips against hers. Steph was still angry, but not enough to eclipse what she feels for me. That brief contact will have to hold me until I could get back here. Tank better have Norrani's actual ass in his sights to take me away from the only thing more important to me than my job at a time like this.
"I'll be back," I promised.
"Yeah? When?" She asked me. "Tonight? Tomorrow? Two years from Tuesday?"
I deserved that. I've disappeared for weeks on end without even calling to tell her if I was alive. That wasn't my choice. I had no choices then, but I have plenty now. And I just made the biggest one ten minutes ago. Now I had to hope she doesn't shoot me the next time I show up here to tell her that.
"Lock your door," I told her, before I let myself out.
I ducked out of the way of her peephole so she wouldn't know that I was waiting to hear all her locks engage before leaving. Good thing I can open every single one of them, because I wasn't sure she'd open the door to me if I knocked on it.
I met up with Tank and we headed to a nasty little strip club between Stark and Comstock. We were able to secure Norrani within seconds of his ass walking out of the building. We sent the stripper he was leaving with on her way and escorted him to the TPD.
I'd never say it, but I was more than a little relieved to hear that Morelli was stuck working a double shift today. That worked perfectly for what I plan to do. Abruzzi would have to wait. Normally, I would've found him and ripped his throat out by now, but I knew Stephanie would be safe from him tonight because I'd be right there beside her to ensure it. If Stephanie didn't decide to call the cops on me that is, or one cop in particular. It really wouldn't matter if she did. I'd be up for that confrontation. Morelli wouldn't win the fight or this particular woman.
Tank was right behind me as I walked back to my truck.
"You checking on Stephanie later?" Tank asked me.
"Yes."
I didn't have to ask how he knew. Just warning Tank that I wasn't to be disturbed tonight confirmed all his suspicions. Tank and I are similar in a lot of ways. How we handle people isn't one of them. Tank can be honest - to the point of stupidity in some instances - with someone if they're important to him. I've never experienced a woman like Stephanie so I'm flying completely blind here. It's only now that I realize she isn't going anywhere. She's still on my mind, and since I've sampled everything she has to offer, my body's still craving hers like an addict jonesing for another high. I swear I can still taste her on my lips. My hands fisted as I remembered them closing around her breasts, her thighs, then her hips. There's no way I could let her go now.
I'd been told that she'd another run in with the rabbit, but was fine. And I felt a sense of relief when Stephanie called me after that for a pickup. That meant she wasn't too angry at me to ask for help when she needed it. Even though we both acted like nothing earth-shattering had transpired between us, I took a small measure of comfort in the fact that she still trusted me with her life if not her heart. I'd kissed her in the spot she likes below her ear and pretended it was just business as usual, even as I counted down the minutes until I was alone with her again.
Steph had gone out with Vinnie - why I still don't know - and lost yet another car, mine this time. I picked her and Vinnie up, and then tried once again to get her new system straightened out with Hector. The new technology seemed to be fucking with her more than I am. And both were unintentional. I forced myself to leave her for just a little longer, I promised myself. When I came back, my business would be left in Tank's mostly capable hands because I wouldn't be leaving her apartment again for a while afterwards. She'd call me cocky, but I preferred optimistic.
Neither she or I had mentioned our night together for different reasons. She wanted to avoid discussing it at all now, and I knew that was a conversation that needed to happen when I have plenty of time to devote to it and to her. Waiting to address what we'd done, and what I said, will probably end up biting me in the ass, but I would make it up to her as soon as I could.
My days have been extremely busy lately, between getting my security company up and running, catching the skips Stephanie won't even look at for Vinnie, and finishing what I'd started in having Abruzzi located and held so I can personally discourage him from pursuing Stephanie. Those were all going to be back burnered until I straightened things out with her. I've felt responsible for Stephanie Plum from the moment I laid eyes on her. Now responsibility is one of the last things I think when her name is said or her face appears in my mind. Love, lust, and longing are just a few that come before it.
Right now, love and flat out lust are warring with each other as my car drove to her apartment seemingly all on its own. It was close to one in the morning and the streets were empty, the night was dark, and sleep wasn't an option for me unless she was breathing softly next to me. I've lost count of how many times I've made this same drive. After a long day, a difficult capture, or when it just wasn't smart to be alone, heading to her place to talk to her for a few minutes, or to just sit in her lot watching her lights turn off one by one at night, made me feel once again like the invincible man everyone believes me to be.
Her lights were all off tonight when I parked in her building's lot. Her neighbors were all asleep, there were no suspicious vehicles, and no barnyard animals were lurking in the shadows, so I didn't hesitate at all after beeping the Turbo locked. I took the stairs two at a time up to the second floor. I picked her locks, and within seconds I was opening her door. The apartment was silent, making me worry momentarily that something else had gone on in my absence. Stephanie's loner car was dead, and so was her new keypad, but that should have been the end of the day's casualties. That knowledge didn't stop me from moving a little faster towards her bedroom.
My breath eased out when I saw her lying on her back in bed. The blankets looked like they'd been kicked off so I could see the steady rise and fall of her chest. And that wasn't all I could see. Her little tank top had ridden up and the smooth skin of her stomach made my own gut tighten instantly. The outline of her breasts and nipples were visible to me even in the dimly lit room, and my mouth started watering as I remembered the feel and taste of them. But the best part of the view in front of me is ... there was no Morelli in sight.
Good deal. I told her exactly what would happen if she didn't get back together with Joe, so I didn't feel at all bad about tugging off my clothes before straightening the covers and sliding in beside her. I'd had enough sense to leave my gun on the other side of the room so she wouldn't be tempted to shoot me with it when she woke up. I moved in close and rose up on an elbow to watch her sleep. I knew Stephanie would be surprised to find me here after I blew our morning after conversation First, by not staying. And second, by not assuring her that I'd like nothing better than to stay with her, in bed, for the rest of my life. I never make the same mistake twice, and Stephanie is going to see that.
I ran my hand over her pj clad body, trying to wake her up without scaring her. My hand skimmed her breast and I heard Stephanie moan in her sleep. I refused to let any anger enter the bedroom, but that sexy little sound better have been for me. If she whispered Morelli's name right now, I knew he'd be dead as soon as I left here. I covered her leg with mine and moved it up until I felt the heat pouring off her even through her little shorts. Stephanie definitely wanted someone, and from this night on it would be me. My teeth grazed her neck before my mouth reached her ear and whispered into it.
"Steph?" I said softly.
Not much in my life has felt as good as Stephanie's skin against mine. She battled unconsciousness and lost, settling back down when I leaned forward and pressed kisses along her hairline.
"Babe?" I said, tugging on one of her curls and watching it spring back. "Wake up."
"No," she said, instinctively moving away from anything trying to wake her up.
I smiled. She couldn't go far. Waking her up is never easy, but I have time.
I started kissing the sweet spot on her neck to make her more awake, or at least responsive. I then moved to her shoulder, and that seemed to make Steph semi-coherent finally.
"Ranger?" She asked groggily.
"Yes, Babe?" I said, watching her intently as she blinked her eyes repeatedly before turning her head to look at me.
"What are you doing here?"
"I told you I'd be back in your bed if you didn't fix things with Morelli," I reminded her, probably being more literal than I needed to be.
"Yeah, but ..."
"No buts. From now on, this is where I'm going to be. I fucked up big time, but I plan on repairing any damage I've caused."
"And which fuck up are you planning on fixing first?" She asked me. "There's a ton to choose from."
"I know. And I'm sorry."
She couldn't dislodge my body, so she turned her head away to stare at the ceiling.
"Did you just say that you're sorry?" She asked me, avoiding a few feelings herself.
"Yes. And I'll do one better," I told her. "I was also wrong."
That got her attention.
"But you're never wrong," she said, her eyes on me again.
"When it comes to you, I've been nothing but wrong."
"Really? About what?"
"About what you mean to me, your role in my life, your impact on my life ... my future."
"What future?" She asked, and I could see her teeth clutch her bottom lip as she waited for my answer.
Before I spoke again, I freed the lip that I've been dreaming about more and more lately.
"The one you'll be sharing with me," I told her, glad my Glock was in a safe place.
Stephanie wouldn't cross the room to look for it unless she was seriously pissed.
"Oh, now you want a future with me?" She said, leaning up on her own elbow to poke me in the chest. I was suddenly thankful that she doesn't have nails like Connie. "You said you wanted me back with Morelli, or am I remembering that conversation wrong?"
"Your memory is good, too good. And that particular line, I only said because I wanted you to have choices. And if you chose Morelli, I didn't want you to have to feel guilty for it."
"And now?"
"And now ... I know that I'm the only man who can give you whatever life you choose," I told her, tracing the shape of her lips.
I'd be trying to memorize every curve, texture, and shape of her face if I hadn't done that months ago.
"Sooo, you decide to show up when I'm asleep, get naked, and crawl into bed with me so we can discuss why you shouldn't have it left in the first place?"
Her saying it out loud didn't make it sound nearly as smart as it did in my head.
"Yes," I told her. Fuck it. Nothing I've done has been smart when it came to her. "And you can't say I didn't warn you that I'd be back in here with you."
"I thought you were bluffing," she said, sounding like she didn't believe that either.
"I never bluff."
She rolled her eyes and laid back down again.
"Have you seen Joe today?" I asked her.
"Nope," she told me. "I've had other things on my mind."
"Like what?" I asked, catching one of her hands in mine so she'd stop twisting them nervously.
"Butterscotch Krimpets, rabbits, that stupid security system you had installed ..."
"Me?" I asked her.
She sighed. "Yeah ... and you."
"And what exactly were you thinking?"
"That you're a jerk?"
"Babe."
"Don't Babe me," she said, taking back custody of her hand. "I don't do one night stands, Ranger."
"Steph ..."
"Let me finish. I've been going through a really shitty time right now. The guy who claims to love me enough to want to marry me, dumps me because I'm too much trouble. A sociopath keeps trying to kill me because I'm looking for a child to put a grandmother's mind at ease. My once perfect sister is coming completely unglued. And my mentor/friend made a deal with me and gave me a night I'll never forget, but let me think that's all it would amount to ... one night. So I'm now that girl. The one who jumps right into bed with a guy after getting out of a relationship with a different one. It's skeezy and something someone like Joyce would do."
"You're wrong," I assured her. "Joyce would have slept with the guy and had her boyfriend record it."
I relaxed a little when I saw her lips move upwards.
"Yeah, there were a few rumors about her and husband number two," she said, giving me more information than I needed.
"I didn't intend to make you feel like that," I said, bringing the conversation back to us.
"But you did," she said. "And I'm not sure you lying here naked again is helping with that feeling. I was okay not talking about what happened between us with Vinnie and Hector around, but this is different."
Fuck. That's the last thing I wanted to hear. Telling someone how I feel is next to impossible under the best circumstances, and this is far from ideal conditions. Anything involving Stephanie came with a separate set of complications, and her opinion of what we'd done apparently is one of them. I thought Morelli and Abruzzi would be the major obstacles to get through, but I didn't take into account Stephanie's feelings about us.
"I wanted your complete attention, and my being naked seems to accomplish that," I said, nudging my hips forward to drive my point home.
She tried not to react, but I know her body now. And there is no doubt in my mind that it wanted me, which is why I wasn't letting her move away from me.
"I was stupid," I told her. "I'd hoped that with the deal, I'd get you out of my system so I could leave you alone long enough for you to decide who you want to be with. Morelli was offering you a husband and kids, but you didn't seem to want that and kept pushing Joe away because of it. I've told you numerous times that I couldn't do a relationship and could only promise you nights filled with multiple orgasms. You didn't want that, either, but you've never told me to go to hell, or tried to distance yourself from me."
"What are you getting at?" She asked. "That I'm a mess. Or that I've been confused? I already know that."
"You're not a mess. And I've been every bit as confused as you. What I'm getting at is that I don't think you want to trade in your stun gun for a family, at least not right now, but you also don't want just a quick lay when the mood strikes either of us."
"I want to be more than just a physical release to you, Ranger. Though what you did last night could never be called 'quick'."
"So why don't we figure out something in between?" I asked her. "We both suck at defining relationships, and we shouldn't have to. As long as I know that Morelli isn't going to pop back up in your life, in you bed, or between us, I'm good. And I promise that you are the only woman I want ... in bed and out. If you think you can handle the gray areas of my life, and the secrecy of some of the jobs I have to do, I want to see if we can do this. But you have to be sure, Steph. There's no going back to the way things were. I don't cheat and I don't share."
"I'm happy to hear that, because sharing isn't really my thing, either," Stephanie told me. "Dickie's lucky he left our marriage with his dick intact."
"If that's been bothering you, Babe, I have someone I can call. Dickie could be dickless within the hour."
Stephanie was silent for a minute, thinking the offer through.
"No," she said finally, sounding disappointed with her own answer.
"What do you say, Babe? Do you want to take a chance with me and see where this goes?"
She was quiet again. I wasn't sure how to feel about that. If she thought about this too long, it could show that Joe meant enough to her to become a problem. And if she threw her arms - and hopefully her legs - around me, that could be seen as her getting caught up in a moment that she may regret tomorrow.
"Steph?" I asked.
"Are you talking about a serious, honest-to-goodness relationship, Ranger?" She asked. "Because I don't want to be jerked around. I need to know that you're willing to put up with me no matter what."
"I thought I've been doing that," I told her.
Watching over Stephanie is a full-time job, one that I would never get tired of doing.
"Funny. But there's a lot of neurotic crap I've yet to subject you to. Why do you think Joe broke up with me?"
"Because he's an idiot. He wouldn't be able to understand how you think, feel, or love if you came with a user's manual written out just for him."
"Was that a compliment for me?" She asked. "Or an insult to Joe?"
"Both," I told her. "So you haven't really spoken to him?"
"No. I only told him about the masturbating rabbit outside of Tasty Pastry. I don't know which is worse ... seeing that or hearing Grandma talk about it afterwards?"
Tough call. Both choices are stomach-turning.
"Was he concerned?" I asked her, because after I heard about it, I decided that this rabbit will be missing a few body parts when I get my hands on him.
And I would think less of Joe as a man if he didn't have the same idea.
"Concerned about me?" She asked. "I don't think so. He didn't threaten to lock me up, or try to convince me to move in with him to protect me. I think it's really over this time."
"Good. I will be the one to protect you. Not Morelli. Not the TPD. Me. And I'll be staying in this apartment with you until this Abruzzi situation is resolved if you don't want to leave. If you stop feeling safe here, I have a penthouse apartment in my new building we can move to."
"Holy crap! Are you talking about the Bat Cave?" She asked me, her eyes going wide. "You said the Bat Cave is forever."
"This isn't the Bat Cave. It's a place to sleep when I'm in Trenton, but it can still be forever if you want it to be. It's on Haywood Street."
"You're giving me your address?"
Stephanie didn't acknowledge the forever comment, but I know it's only a matter of time before it becomes a reality, so I didn't push the issue.
"Yes."
"Wow. You are serious."
"I'm always serious, Babe."
"That's what I used to think until this sex-in-exchange-for-help deal came along."
Proof that she's already changed me. I never would have suggested something like that if she hadn't made my dick and my brain constantly fight for control of my body.
"I was dead serious about that, too. I was willing to do anything to get into your bed. And now that I'm here, I'm not leaving. Joe can find a new bedmate if he gets bored with Bob."
"You're assuming that I even want you in my bed."
"You haven't kicked me out yet."
"Could be I was thinking about kicking you out, and was just waiting to hear what you had to say first to be polite."
"Have I changed your mind on anything?"
"Maybe."
"Joe?"
"No. That's done. Joe needs something I can't give him right now."
"And what about me? I'm not asking for anything from you," I told her.
"You may not realize it, Ranger, but yes you are. You're asking for a hell of a lot from me. If I agree to something with you, I'm going to ask questions you don't want to answer. I'll want to go out on actual dates with you. And it's possible that I'll fall completely in love with you and lose my friend, mentor, and probably the love of my life if we don't work out."
"When have you ever run scared from something?"
"This isn't business. This is personal. And as Morelli has pointed out, I have a hard time admitting and dealing with my emotions."
"That's why we're going to be good together. We're similar in that regard. But you have to be willing to work with me. We're both fucked up, but we have potential."
She rolled her eyes. "Boy, when you're saying sweet stuff like that it's no wonder women are constantly falling at your feet."
"Was that sarcasm?"
"You have to ask?"
"No. So are we clear?"
"Yep ... as the Delaware River."
We both know that the Delaware is one of the most polluted rivers in the country.
"Stephanie ..."
She blew out a breath, displacing another curl.
"Okay, you want the truth?" She asked me.
"Always."
"There's a good chance that I already love you, but you scare the fucking hell out of me."
"I'm aware of that, Babe."
"That I love you, or that you scare me?"
"That I scare you, but I'm glad to hear that you also love me."
"I said there's a chance."
I leaned over her body and kissed her forehead. "I heard you. And about your rabbit trouble," I said to her, "you don't have to worry. No one threatens what's mine. He, along with Abruzzi, will be taking care of. They won't be bothering you again."
"You're going to figure out how to get them arrested?"
"I promise, where they're going, they'll never be able to approach you again."
"Don't tell me anymore. I don't want any details," she told me. "And while we're on the subject of things that are bugging me, that car comment ..."
"What comment?" I asked, knowing I shouldn't have since things had been going so well.
"You said you'll be writing the CR-V off as entertainment. That'd better be the only thing you have listed under entertainment, Ranger. I don't mind amusing you up to a point, but I refuse to be thought of as a joke ... especially by you."
Shit. I stepped in it again. She's under the impression that I know everything, but when it comes to loving someone, I have just as much to learn as she does.
"You do amuse me, but I'd never use anything that happens to you as a way of hurting you. Looks like I've fucked up again if you think I have. I can hit any target put in front of me, take down any skip given to me, but I don't know shit about expressing myself. I've spent over ten years talking to, and ordering around, guys like Tank and Santos, so if I say something that hurts or bothers you, you're going to have to tell me so I can explain it."
"Okay, that I can do. And I'm glad you said that, because I really didn't want to knee you in the nuts."
I smiled. Speaking of my nuts ... I rolled my body on top of her and settled myself between her legs. The shorts really had to go. Tank top, too.
"I had a feeling since you were naked, and therefore no place to hide it," Steph was saying, "that your Glock isn't the object that has been poking me during this entire conversation."
Stephanie didn't sound at all annoyed at my state of undress, so I took that as a go ahead for some quick pj removal. Before her clothes hit the floor, my hips were back pressing against hers.
"My Glock is safely out of your reach, but this 'gun'," I told her, brushing the tip of my dick against her but going no further, "has been cocked and ready for you ever since I left your bed yesterday." I wanted to take her again, bad, but Stephanie will have to tell me point blank that she wants me before I take us to the place we both want to go. "If I'm being honest, which for the first time I'm trying to be, I've had a hair trigger where you're concerned for longer than I'd care to admit. We both know that I want you, but it's time I clued you in on the fact that I also love you."
Her eyes were wide open now and locked onto my face. I saw that same expression last night when I plunged so deep into her body, I thought I'd never leave it.
"Do you mean that?" She asked me.
"After everything we've been through, you doubt it?"
"Yes."
I understood that. And I love her even more for telling me the truth, no matter how unpleasant.
"I swear to you that I won't give you a reason to doubt it after tonight."
"You swear, huh?"
"Yes. And you know me well enough to get that I never make a promise I can't follow through on."
"That is true," she told me, sliding her thigh over my hip. "You'd better get busy then, because you have a lot to make up for. You tried to hand me off to another man, ran out without so much as a backwards glance after having sex with me, and you never said anything remotely like I love you after the amazing night we had together. And let's not forget to add the fact that you just broke into my apartment for the millionth time and woke me up a half hour after I'd finally managed to get myself to sleep."
"I'm sorry about waking you, Babe, but now that you are awake, I will make it worth your while for hearing me out," I said, sliding all the way into her. I heard her breath catch and I smiled down at her. "Do you believe me now?"
"Yes ..." she sighed.
"About making it worth your while? Or that I love you?" I asked, using her questioning technique from earlier.
"Both," she said, wrapping her other leg around me, too, holding me tight to her as if there was a chance in hell I'd separate our bodies anytime soon.
I lowered my head and kissed her. She tasted just like I remembered, and I knew I'd never get enough. Abruzzi, Morelli, and our own inadequacies won't be getting in our way. I'd make sure of it.
I didn't move at all after entering her. Her muscles clamped down hard on me, and I was content for the moment to just enjoy the feel of her surrounding me inside and out.
"Ranger," Stephanie groaned, "what are you waiting for?"
That was an easy one. "You, Babe. I've been waiting for you."
And I rocked us both to the first orgasm of the night. A long time later, I rolled an exhausted Stephanie onto my chest, covering us both with the blanket. I waited until her body relaxed and her breathing evened out before I closed my eyes and let myself sleep.
The following day, I left Stephanie only long enough to take care of Abruzzi myself once and for all. He won't be Stephanie, Evelyn, or Annie's problem any longer. I would do anything for Stephanie Plum, and the last words Eddie Abruzzi ever got to hear were similar ones.
A/N: I didn't mark this story as complete even though this chapter is. The next chapter I add, when I get the chance to write one in between my other stories, will be a different scene from another book.