CHAPTER 21
We didn't go out to dinner. We couldn't think of any nice restaurants that wouldn't mind us groping each other while we ate. There were a few over on Stark street that I was sure didn't have a problem with that sort of thing, but they weren't known for their gourmet cuisine.
We ordered in. it was safer that way.
We slept late, and ate leftovers for breakfast.
Classy and romantic!
Ranger had a meeting with his accountant later, he invited me along. I wasn't sure, but he assured me that all he had to do was sign some papers then we could go out for lunch to make up for last night.
I told him last night was perfect. But he insisted, and who was I to turn down a free meal.
I had no idea where we were. I was too busy checking out Rangers new car. It had everything; buttery soft leather seats, GPS, a DVD, plenty of beverage holders, compartments for everything, the best sound system I'd ever heard (but don't tell Lula that, she prides herself of the size of her speakers – among other things) it drove like a dream, not even the infamous jersey potholes posed a problem for this baby. It was a Mercedes and it was black. But other than that I wasn't sure. It was a SUV, but not the soccer mum variety, this beautiful beast was more utilitarian, kinda like a baby hummer.
Ranger must have caught me drooling, because he told me that Brad Pitt drove the same. I don't know how that was supposed to help the drooling, now I was having visions of Brad Pitt too.
Ranger parked, and turned to me dazzling me with one of his 1000 watt smiles before kissing me. All thoughts of Brad Pitt disappeared which was good. He also woke up all those Hungarian hormones, which was bad. We had a meeting to get through.
Phil the accountant was a little man with a comb over, and a giant laugh that filled the room. We met him in a coffee shop on the ground floor of an upmarket office building.
Apart from the grey suit and the comb over he was nothing like the stereotype accountant. He was very friendly welcoming both Ranger and myself with a big bear hug, he told lots of jokes and showed pictures of his kids and subtly slipped business in between ordering coffee and grilling Ric about his latest adventure..
He was also the first person I had ever heard refer to Ranger as Ric. In all the years I had known him (all 2 of them) he had always been Ranger or on occasion Mr Manoso. The girls and I called him all kinds of things, the wizard, batman, god; but never to his face. Phil on the other hand called him Ric every chance he got. Ric, would you like a coffee? Ric, here look at these pics of the kids at Christmas, have you heard the one about the guy who walks in to the bar Ric? The first time he did it I actually looked behind to see if someone else was joining us.
As promised business was quick, papers signed – and I couldn't tell you what they were I'm not ashamed to say that I was a little stunned be the Ric thing.
In the past Ranger had always been Ranger, hot, dangerous and big with the mystery. I shouldn't really be surprised during his weeks away and all the phone calls he had let me see a side of him that, while still being hot and dangerous was also funny and caring. It was that side that was Ric.
We had lunch at a Vietnamese restaurant nearby. The food was excellent ; lighter than Chinese and better than the Thai fad that seemed to be sweeping the country. We ate quickly, while the owners seemed to be a liberal elderly couple ( ie grandma's type of people) I still thought they might frown on me throwing Ranger across the table and having my wicked way with him.
Ranger paid the bill and we slipped out the backdoor. As soon as the heavy steel door was shut behind us the groping began. I think we did pretty well to hold off this long thank you very much.
Ranger guided us to the car without ever breaking the kiss, which I appreciated, because god I was going to self combust with all the sexual tension.
I was already practically euphoric when he whispered in my ear " My place is closer"
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