Again, I didn't sleep very well and was dragging ass the next morning. By the time I dressed in something presentable and made my way downstairs, all four men were already there. I crutched my way into the room and eased into the same chair I sat in a few days earlier. "Do you have more questions for me?" I asked.

Ranger shook his head even as Lester and Bobby began to grin. Just what in the hell was going on?

"If you don't have questions, then why the meeting?" I asked.

"We've talked it over and we'd like to officially offer you a job as Rangeman's office manager," Ranger said.

My eyes widened at his statement. "What?" Did they just offer me a job?

"Office manager," Tank said. "We want you to be our office manager."

"Why?"

"Because not only was your presentation spectacular, but we think your ideas are great and will definitely improve efficiency."

"Okay, but I wasn't angling to get a job out of this. It was more as a way to thank you for your hospitality and generosity."

"Sienna," Lester began. "We've been in need of an office manager for a while. Steph has been doing what she can, but she's not cut out to work in an office all day."

"She also doesn't want to give up her FTA work," Tank added. "So, we really need someone qualified to fill the position."

"It's a big job," Ranger began, as I glanced from him to the rest of the core team. "In addition to making sure that everything runs smoothly, you'd be in charge of not just the office supplies, but also dealing with all the suppliers. You'd also oversee scheduling of meetings and working with the IT department."

"Plus, you'll manage and maintain the core team calendars," Tank added. "We'd be looking to you to be our first line of defense against solicitors and places seeking donations. It would be up to you to assess the quality and gravity of the donation request and determine if it was truly worthy of help. There may be other tasks we ask you to take on as the position becomes more defined."

"So, in addition to running the floor, I'd be an administrative assistant for the four of you?" I asked.

Ranger nodded. "More so for me, Tank and Lester. Bobby doesn't deal much with sales and schedules and the like."

"Though, I might need help from time to time, logging and filing physicals or incident reports," Bobby added.

"You're not just offering me this job because you feel indebted to me for what happened with Stephanie?" I asked.

Lester smirked. "One thing you'll learn about Ranger is he never does anything simply because he feels obligated."

Ranger leveled a look on me that nearly had me squirming in my seat. "I called your former employer and spoke to your supervisor. He sang your praises about how you not only streamlined their headquarters, but also did the same for their satellite offices."

"He told us how sad he was to lose you, and exactly how lucky we'd be if we hired you," Tank said.

I was stunned. "Jared told you all that?"

Tank nodded.

"I know the difference between a snow job and an honest recommendation," Ranger said. "Since Jared had nothing to gain from telling me what he did, I believe what he told me as truth. I'm also smart enough to not let a potentially good employee get away. So, if you want the position, it's yours."

Tank handed me a paper with the official offer, which outlined my yearly salary and benefits. I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing.

The expression on my face must have given Ranger cause for concern. "I realize the wages are basically what you were making in Indiana," Ranger said, "But keep in mind that the position comes with additional benefits you might not otherwise have received. Such as the use of an apartment here at Rangeman, if you want it. Use of a fleet vehicle for anything work related, and insurance coverage which includes health, vision, dental and life insurance, which Rangeman pays in full."

Ranger was already offering me a starting salary, which was as much as what I was making when I left my old job in Indiana. Knowing I wouldn't have to pay rent or utilities, or anything more than copayments and deductibles on my health insurance, made that number even better.

"You should know that all members of Rangeman, whether they go into the field or not, are required to learn how to handle a weapon and defend themselves. You will have required training in how to use a firearm and self-defense. Also, whenever you leave this building while on duty you will be required to have a partner."

Before I could object, Lester began to explain in more detail. "This isn't about trust issues, Sienna. At least not with you. Being who and what we are, we can become a target for people who don't appreciate having their business or lives interrupted by us. So, we've put those rules in place to protect everyone who works at Rangeman."

"Even Ella can defend herself and knows how to fire a gun," Bobby added.

While the measures did sound a bit extreme to me, they weren't enough to deter me into saying no. I couldn't hide the shocked expression on my face as I looked up at him. "Are you sure about this?"

"I wouldn't have made the offer if I was unsure. The real question you should ask is, are you sure about this?" Ranger asked.

With the situation of finding a job and an apartment no longer a concern, I would be able to focus on other aspects of my life. Like two of the four sexy men sitting across from me. "I think I would be stupid if I turned down an opportunity like this," I replied. "But before I agree, I have some questions."

"Which would be?" Ranger asked.

"First, do you have any issue with me continuing to write?"

"Ah, yes, I do remember seeing something about it on your background check." For a moment he looked as if he was thinking about smiling. "Babe's been reading some of the stories you've written. You have a very vivid imagination."

Still holding the paper, I dropped my hands into my lap and swallowed down my nerves, even as I felt the flush heat my face. Some people didn't appreciate the type of stories I wrote.

"That wasn't meant as a dig," he said. "Just the opposite, actually."

"Oh," I replied. "Okay."

"I mean it, Sienna. I wouldn't do anything to discourage you from writing," he said. "I only ask that you make sure to keep it completely separate from Rangeman."

I lifted my gaze to meet his. "Of course. I would only be writing on my own time, and I'd be sure to set up a PO Box separate from here."

Ranger rubbed a hand along his jaw as he glanced over at the rest of the guys. Their gazes connected, communicating in a way I one day hoped to be able to do. "That's fine," he finally said. "The men all have their own hobbies, and pet projects. So, I don't see it being an issue."

"Okay." Relief washed over me, and I blew out a long breath. "Also, can I assume since Lester and Bobby are a couple, and Stephanie works here, that you don't have any issue with relationships between employees or employees and management."

Tank's brows shot up in question, even as Lester and Bobby both grinned. Once again, Ranger looked like he was thinking about smiling. "No," he replied as he glanced at Lester and Bobby. "So long as work relationships can remain professional, I have no issue."

Annnnddd again I was blushing before I could stop myself. The fact that all four of these men knew exactly what I was asking, had me wanting to hide my face. Instead, I squared my shoulders and nodded. "One last question."

Ranger arched a brow.

I smiled. "Got a pen?"

I think it was quite possible that Stephanie was more excited about my new position than even I was. "Oh, it's going to be so great to have another woman in the building," she said as she clapped her hands together.

I couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. "I can't believe it's been that bad living among all these gorgeous men."

My statement incited a growl from one gorgeous man in particular as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back against his chest. "I thought you only had eyes for me and Bobby," he whispered against my ear causing goosebumps to appear along my skin. Damn, just his voice was a freaking turn on. I turned in his arms to face him and smiled. "My eyes will enjoy all of the scenery here, but my heart…now that's another story." He grinned as he lowered his head to take a kiss from me.

"We should celebrate," Steph said, reminding me that we weren't alone.

I pulled back and gave Lester a knowing look, before turning back to Steph. I'm sure Lester could think of a few creative ways to celebrate my new job. Though, I doubt they would include anyone besides me and Bobby. "What did you have in mind?" I'd barely finished my question when my cell phone rang. The Indiana number caused my pulse to increase before I recognized it as my attorney. "Hello?" I said after connecting the call.

"Sienna, it's Brock."

"Hey, Brock," I said as I looked up at Lester and watched as his eyes grew dark with concern.

"We finally have a date for the adjudication of Aaron's will."

My heart skipped a beat. "No more delays?"

"Nope. Judge Phillips retired two weeks ago, and the case was shifted to his replacement. A Judge by the name of Milford."

"Do you know this judge?" I asked even as Lester continued to stare at me, his brow creased.

"No, but my associate does, and he said the man has no tolerance for nonsense or posturing. He reviewed your case and apparently had a fit at how long it's dragged out. He set the hearing for next Wednesday."

"What?" I glanced wide eyed up at Lester. "Brock, I moved to New Jersey a month ago and I'm just preparing to start a new job. Do I need to be there?"

"Technically, no, but considering everything that's happened, it might be best if you did. Just in case he has questions or wants more information from you."

I closed my eyes and blew out a breath. Just when things appeared to be settling down, now this popped back up. "I'll figure out how to be there," I replied.

"Good," he said. "Look at it this way. If this goes how we expect it to, it will be the last time you need to deal with Aaron's family." Thank God for small miracles.

"See you next week," I said, then disconnected and turned to look up at Les. "I need to talk to Ranger."

"Why?" His brow knit with concern. "What's going on?"

"The judge finally set a date for settling Aaron's will, and its next week. I have to go back to Indiana."

We headed to Ranger's office where I knocked. I can't believe I was already going to have to ask for time off and I hadn't even worked a full day yet. He looked up from his desk. "Something I can do for you, Sienna?"

I nodded. "I need to talk to you about something."

After explaining the entire situation to Ranger, he immediately offered the company jet for me to use. "Your first job will be to go down our list of pilots and find one who is available next week. Give him the details and have him file a flight plan for five."

"Five?" I frowned. "Why five?"

"The pilot, co-pilot, you, Brown and Santos," he replied.

I shook my head at him. "I'm a big girl, Ranger. I don't need babysitters. Besides I can't ask Bobby and Lester to miss a day of work to come with me."

The look he gave me brokered no room for argument. "They're not babysitters, Sienna. They're bodyguards. After the way your late husband's family has treated you, I feel its necessary. Besides, I think Brown and Santos will bitch if I don't let them go."

"Damn right we would," Lester said.

I looked from Ranger to Lester and back. Guess I wasn't making the trip alone after all.