DisclaimerI do not own any of the characters in the Stephanie Plum series, but I would do anything to have just a few minutes of Ranger's time. ;)
This is a songfic, because I am currently obsessed with Nelly Furtado's "Say It Right". Thus the story title and the subsequent lyric use. If you haven't heard this song, download it now. If you do own it, I recommend listening to it while you read. I am going to conveniently forget that Morelli is in the picture, so think of he and Steph ina very off stage in their relationship. This is my first Janet story that I've ever written, so try not to be TOO harsh, but reviews are appreciated. Enjoy!
Say It Right, Say It Now
Prologue
Sometimes you think that your life is just plain sucky. You might have a place to live, food to eat, a job, friends, a nice family…but sometimes other forces intervene. It can be the little things that get to you. My name is Stephanie Plum and my life is FULL of little things.
First, there's my job. I am currently employed as a bounty hunter. Heh. How to begin? It can be good money, if you're good at it, too bad for me. It can be exciting, if you thrive on getting shot at, again…too bad for me. Lately I've been thinking that maybe I use my job as an excuse to have a crappy life. If I keep getting kidnapped and shot at and knocked down, then I will always have something to complain about. And maybe I thrive just a little.
Then there is my family. It's funny how different you can turn out from your family, and still be exactly the same. My mother wants me to grow up and get married. My dad just wants to watch TV. And I think my Grandma Mazur would give up anything to HAVE my problems with men and my job.
There are two men in my life. If you're thinking that makes me lucky, you're thinking wrong. One of them is over 6 feet of Italian perfection with a badge. The other is…well...think Batman, only Cuban and with a better body. And they both carry multiple weapons on their person at all times. Someday soon THAT little thing is gonna get explosive.
The problem with having two men in your life is that, sooner or later, you will have to choose between them. Choosing can be the most emotionally painful thing you can ever do.