It's possible that I'm having too much fun with Kane's visit. He and Olivia are mine, unfortunately everyone else belongs to Janet.

"You punch like a girl," Kane told Tank.

"Hey!" Steph said, not appreciating the inequality of that statement. She punched his shoulder. "That's how 'a girl' hits."

I'm proud to see that he did wince when her knuckles disappeared into the sleeve of his jacket.

"Where the fuck were you when I could've used some reinforcements at that bar?" He asked.

I cuffed his head hard for swearing in front of my women. "She was with me where she belongs. And watch yourself in front of the ladies. So much for marriage teaching you some manners."

He rubbed his shoulder one last time, then ran a hand through his hair to restore it to looking just mildly unkempt. He was watching Olivia do a partial rollover across Tank's chest after he'd taken a seat still holding her.

"Why do they put pockets on baby clothes?" He asked. "It's not like they have to carry a credit card, keys, or ID."

"Olive's gonna need a rattle-taser pretty soon to keep Brown and Santos away," Tank told him. "And she'll have to carry concealed to nail them, which is why the dress has pockets."

"Yeah ... I remember zapping one of them once just to get them both to shut up."

"You're lucky you're so pretty," Steph told Kane, "because your personality needs major work."

"Men aren't 'pretty', Stephanie," he said, in a mock-patient tone. "We're rugged, handsome, or sexy as hell."

"Ranger's rugged, beyond handsome, plus sexy as hell and even smarter than that. You're just a pretty boy ... deal with it."

"Going by your logic then, there's a reason why you're beautiful."

She checked to make sure Olivia wasn't looking before giving him another shot to the arm for the backhanded compliment.

He looked at me. "Most men would be scared of a woman with a good right jab."

"I'm not most men," I reminded him. "And if you don't start behaving, I'll finish what she started."