Ruger was an immediate hit with all the men. Much to my surprise, he took to them as if they'd been part of his family forever. Though, for the first few days, he barely left my side, only agreeing to go with, Lester, Bobby, or Cal when he needed to go out. Then he was right back into the building and by my side.

I couldn't really blame him. Just six weeks ago I'd left him with Brock and disappeared. I knew Brock would give him a wonderful home, but it had felt in a way as if I'd been giving away my baby.

After a discussion with the core team, Steph and Cal, we decided that with some training, Ruger could be a great asset to Rangeman. Cal took on that task, while I worked to learn the ins and outs of my new job. I quickly found out that the hardest part of my job was learning and understanding, the intricacies of exactly what it was Rangeman did. That meant immersing myself in a crash course in everything security and bond enforcement.

Ranger and Tank were extremely supportive of my wanting to learn, as was the rest of the men. Much to Bobby and Lester's frustration. Every chance they got, one of the men would give me an education on some facet of the business. I had discussions with Hal about procedures for capturing FTA's and dealing with Trenton PD.

Binkie and Ranger educated me on the aspect of sales and what customers were looking for when they inquired about a new security system.

Cal and Junior were both animated when they described the details of sitting surveillance and procedures for running calls.

Hector, in his broken English, detailed the intricacies and hierarchies of gangs.

Vince and Gene gave me a firsthand look at the mind-numbing task of monitor duty.

When Ram volunteered to take on the task of training me how to shoot and handle a gun, Lester protested, only to have Ranger overrule him. "Ram is an expert in everything weapons," Ranger admonished. "He's the most qualified to teach her."

Lester's frustration only grew when I finally took my first lesson in weapons training. I'd been off my crutches for a little over a week. Against Bobby's wishes, I had slid my feet back into my heels for work. Since nobody told me what to wear for training, I'd showed up at the gun range still dressed in my office attire. Ram grinned at me. "I've never trained somebody wearing a skirt and high heels."

I glanced down at my clothes. "Nobody told me the dress code. Should I go change?"

He appeared to think for a moment then shook his head. "There's always the chance, at some point, you might be out and about in your business attire and need to pull your weapon. So, I'll train you in heels, then later we'll have you switch to sneakers or boots."

We spent quite a bit of time going over which pistol would fit my hands the best. Ram considered size and weight of the weapon, how it balanced in my hand, grip factor and what would fit easily against my person. When he lifted the back of my shirt to show me how to safely tuck the weapon, Lester grumbled at him. "Watch where you're putting those hands, Ramsey."

I glanced over my shoulder at him, giving him my best Mid-Western glare. His only reaction was to fold his beefy arms across his chest and return my glower with one of his own.

"You can also hip carry,' Ram said, apparently choosing to ignore the silent battle I was having with his partner. "Or you can keep the gun in your purse. Wherever you choose to secure it, just make sure you have easy access at all times."

I nodded to indicate I'd heard him.

"Okay. So, let's start with the baby Glock. This is what Steph uses and it works well for her." I slid the ear protection over my head, picked up the weapon and waited for Ram to position me. Then he moved in and wrapped his arms around me, his hands covering mine, holding them steady. I heard Lester's growl even through the ear protection and chose to ignore it.

"When you pull the trigger, I want you to take it slow and steady," Ram said against my head. "No jerking motions. There will be some recoil, so prepare for it. Now, use your sight like I showed you and line up the target."

I followed his instructions and with firm, steady pressure, pulled the trigger. He was right, there was some recoil, but with him holding my hands in place, I didn't lose my grip. "Good girl," Ram praised. "Now, let's do it again."

By the time I'd finished my lesson, Ram was calling me a natural and Lester's temper was threatening his control and pissing me off at the same time. "Thank you, Ram," I said as I pulled the ear protection off. "Next time I'll dress in jeans and sneakers."

"You can come in your work clothes any time you like, darling," Ram said with a grin. Lester pushed off the wall where he'd been watching and stalked toward Ram. I was quickly getting to know his triggers, and the guys openly flirting with me was one of them. Before he reached Ram, I grabbed him by the arm and hauled him out into the hallway with me.

The door to the range slammed shut behind us, and I turned to face him. "What in the hell is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" he repeated as he angled a thumb against his chest. "I'll tell you what's wrong. I don't' like the way Ram was flirting with you." He pointed back toward the gun range.

"For God's sake, Lester, he's your partner."

"I don't care who he is. I didn't like the way he was coming on to you."

"Les," I sighed as I walked to the elevator and hit the button. "It was harmless flirting. It didn't mean a thing."

The elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside with Lester hot on my heels. "You don't know the guys like I do."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked as I hit the button for Four.

"It means to them it's not harmless flirting. They want to get under that sexy skirt."

The carriage stopped on Four and the doors opened. "Might I remind you," I said as I stepped off. "That you also want to get under this skirt."

"Yes, but I'm your boyfriend."

While that statement was true enough, I wasn't about to let him off that easy. I punched in the security code on the keypad, then pushed open my apartment door. "What happened to no jealousy?" I shot back.

We made it as far as the foyer, when he kicked the door closed behind him, then grabbed me by the arm, spun me around and pushed me against the wood. His body pressed against me as his mouth slammed down over mine, taking, controlling.

Intending on pushing him away, I put my hands on his shoulders, but before I knew it, they were pulling him closer to me instead. Heat coursed through me as his hands worked their way under my shirt. "I'm not jealous of Bobby," he said against my jaw as he mouthed his way to the spot below my ear. "I am jealous of every other man in this building."

I gasped when he bit down on my earlobe, then followed it with a soothing lick of his tongue. "They're like sharks in the water, and you're the bait," he whispered as he mouthed the sweet spot just below my ear, pulling a moan from me. "If I don't keep them in their place, they'll think they have a chance with you, and that won't fucking do at all."

His leg was between mine, pressing against my most sensitive area. I struggled to keep from moving and creating even more friction. We'd agreed to take things slow. To get to know each other, and this wasn't part of the plan. When his fingers brushed along the top of my bra, I sucked in a breath. We were treading toward the point of no return, and I simply couldn't do that without Bobby being here.

I'd already made that decision in my head. When I was finally ready, our first time had to be the three of us together. This wasn't right. With every bit of strength I had, I pushed at him. "Lester, stop."

He paused, but for a moment didn't move. "Please," I finally whispered. "We can't do this here. I'm not ready yet, and Bobby isn't here."

His hot breath floated across my neck as he sighed, then slowly pulled back. A look of regret lit in his eyes. "Sorry. I let my temper to take control and I got carried away." He glanced behind him. "I'm surprised Ruger didn't try to tear my leg off for manhandling you."

"He's still with Cal," I replied. "And for the record, I like that you struggle to hold your control with me. It makes me feel sexy and powerful."

He grinned now. "You are all sexy, powerful and so much more."

"But you can't continue to act like the jealous boyfriend," I pointed out. "It's going to create animosity between you guys."

"Damn it, Sienna, I am a jealous boyfriend," he replied, "and if you think I'm bad, just wait until you see Bobby in action."

I almost smirked at his statement. Bobby was normally so reserved and laid back. I had a hard time picturing him losing his temper just as Lester had done.

I didn't have to wait long to see for myself that Lester was absolutely right. Jealous boyfriend number two appeared the first time Cal and Raphael had begun working with me on self-defense. Bobby's death glares and not so subtle growls had worked my nerves to the point that I'd called the training done early. I then grabbed him by the arm and dragged him across the hall into his office in the infirmary.

"I thought I'd left the growling animal with the men on the control room floor," I managed to grumble right before he pressed me against his office wall. The end result had been much the same as it was with Lester.

Desperate kisses which led to heavy petting and a near break in my protective armor. As furious as I was with my two over-protective bodyguard boyfriends, their actions also stirred something deep and primal inside me. The feeling of being protected, of, dare I say, being loved, warmed me on levels I hadn't thought possible. Though I'm not sure I'd ever be able to tell them that. If I even so much as showed an inkling of encouragement in their behavior, they'd run with it, and then none of the men, except maybe Ranger and Tank, would be willing to come near me.

No, they both needed to learn that innocent flirting was just that, innocent. That I only had eyes for them. I managed to stand my ground with them and hold off any serious issues, right up to the point of Junior inviting me to go rock climbing. I'd thanked him for the offer, but politely turned him down, thinking that was the end of it. I really should have known better. The moment Lester caught wind of what Junior had done, he'd called him to the mats.

I'd stood in the back corner of the gym with Stephanie and Ruger by my side, and watched, as Lester systematically took Junior down. "What the hell," I'd heard Binkie at one point exclaim. "You already have Brown, so why do you get to keep Sienna too?"

That question had Bobby calling Binkie to the mats, and me retreating to Seven with Steph for a bottle of wine and some much needed girl talk.

Stephanie pulled a glass out of the cabinet, then poured out a generous amount of the blush wine. She then grabbed a beer for herself out of the fridge. I motioned for Ruger to go lay down. He moved under the table and placed himself at my feet.

"I just don't understand what's happening," I said. "Last week, Lester wanted to go after Ram for flirting with me and now Bobby is calling his partner to the mats over me. I was afraid this…situation," I finally said. "Was going to get in the way of work and I was right."

Steph's look was one of understanding. "I know it's hard to believe, but it's really not as bad as it appears. This isn't the first-time the guys have gone to the mats against their work partners."

"But they're not taking them to the mats over something that happened at work. This is personal. If this keeps up none of the guys will want to talk to me."

She grinned even as she shook her head. "I know it feels that way but that won't happen." She picked up her bottle and took a drink, then returned it to the table. "I was really upset the first time Ranger took one of the guys to the mats over me," she said.

"But Junior did nothing wrong in asking me to go rock climbing," I argued. "It was an innocent gesture."

"Maybe to you," Steph replied. "But to the guys it was a threat to what they're trying to build with you."

"What about Binkie's comment? I can understand where he might see it as a legitimate question."

"The guys know you're with Lester and Bobby," Steph said. "The fact that they're pushing against that boundary tells me they don't believe there's anything really serious taking place between the three of you."

"There isn't," I replied. "I mean there is, but we haven't…well, you know."

"Just because you haven't had sex yet doesn't mean it's not a serious relationship." Steph set her bottle on the breakfast bar and looked at me. Her expression one of concern. "Unless you really don't have those type of feelings for Lester and Bobby. If that's the case, then you need to tell them now and not lead them to believe there's more here than what really exists."

Her words felt like a punch to the gut. "What? Of course, I have feelings for them, I care deeply about both of them. It's just…well… I don't belong to them. At least not like they belong to each other."

She began toying with the label on her beer bottle. "And why not, Sienna? If you have feelings for them, what's holding you back?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. It's so hard to explain. From the very first time, when I fell into Lester back at the accident scene, there was this spark between us. It was like getting an electrical shock. He felt it, too. Then later, when Bobby was examining me after the accident, I felt it again. So did he."

"But you don't feel it with any of the other guys?" she asked.

I shook my head.

She picked up her bottle and took another long pull of her drink before returning it to the table. "I get a tingle," she finally said.

"A what?"

"A tingle, on the back of my neck. It's kinda hard to describe, but I only get it when Carlos is around. It's never happened with anyone else."

"So, what your saying is…"

"Don't discount your body's reaction," Steph replied. "I love Bobby and Lester as if they were my own brothers. They're incredible men and I want to see them happy. If you can bring them that happiness and find it for yourself in the process, then I say do it."

"You don't think its wrong or weird?"

"Oh, it's definitely unconventional," she laughed, "But it's not wrong. Besides, this building is filled with unconventional misfits, just trying to find their place in life. It's a life that is already too short, Sienna. Take it from someone who has done a lot of dancing around her feelings. Don't waste a moment more than you need to."

"So, I take it that your relationship with Ranger didn't come easy either?"

She gave me a knowing grin. "We circled around our feelings for three years. He'd pull me into his orbit, and I'd come because I loved and cared about him. We'd play around a bit, then he'd tell me his life didn't lend itself to relationships, and I'd retreat heartbroken and go back to Morelli."

I lifted a finger to point at her. "Yeah, I meant to ask you about that. Why the detective? He seems like an arrogant abusive asshole."

Her grin slid into a neutral expression as she toyed with her beer bottle. "I know you don't see them, but he did have some good qualities. He could be extremely caring and funny when he wanted to be."

"But I'm guessing most times he wasn't."

She shook her head. "He had major issues with my job and with me being friends with Carlos. I refused to allow him to dictate to me what I could and couldn't do. So, we always ended up in a fight of some sort."

"So, how did you and Ranger finally end up together?"

She smirked. "It's one hell of a story."

"I'm not ready to go back down and face the guys yet. So, tell me. You know how I love a good story."

Her grin returned. "Yeah, I suppose the author in you would. Okay, but we need some munchies and more alcohol," she replied.

Ten minutes later we were settled on the couch in her living room with a bowl of popcorn and more alcohol. Ruger was now positioned on the rug with his head on my foot. I swear this dog was as bad as my men with always needs to be touching me.

"So," Steph began. "It all started with a high bond skip. Rangeman was up to their eyeballs dealing with a federal job and Vinnie had this skip that was worth an easy fifty thousand to me if I caught him. Long story short, I did, but not before I ended up covered in garbage and had a broken finger."

"I get the impression from the guys that you tend to attract disasters," I replied.

She laughed. "That's an understatement. So, Joe of course gave me one of his famous lectures." She pointed to me. "A lot like the one you saw at the accident scene."

"Right, I remember."

"Okay. So, he basically told me I was an embarrassment to him and if I didn't quit my job we were done. I broke up with him right there."

"I bet he liked that," I smirked as I lifted the wine glass to my lips.

"Oh yeah." Steph replied. "I got myself cleaned up and came to see Ranger. Only he was in one of his, my life is too dangerous for you to be around me, moods."

"So, magnanimous of him," I replied.

"Hey." She motioned to me with her beer bottle. "I like that word. Magnanimous." She grinned, "Yeah, I'll have to remember to use that."

I laughed. "You're welcome. Now spill. You're getting off track."

"Right," she replied. "I was so fed up with both men, my life, and the cold that was Trenton in the winter. My dad's brother lives in Florida in the panhandle. We wrote to each other often. He's my favorite uncle and according to him I am his favorite niece."

I nodded at her statement even as she continued. "He'd been asking for years for me to come visit. So, I decided maybe it was time. Knowing how Ranger keeps trackers on me, I knew I wouldn't get far. So, I cashed my capture check, went to Target and bought about a week's worth of new clothes, pajamas, shoes and a new travel bag. I went and got a burner phone. You know the kind that you can buy minutes for?"

I nodded again. "Not easily tracked, since you don't need an account to use them," I replied. "I've referred to phones like that in some of my stories."

"Right, well I went home and told Grandma Mauzer my plan to leave. I said I just needed a couple of weeks away to think and get my head on straight. She agreed to stay at my apartment and watch Rex for me. I packed that bag with my makeup, underwear, and new clothes and called an Uber, which I then asked to take me to the Amtrack station here in town."

"Why didn't you just drive?" I asked.

"Ranger and the guys have trackers on all my cars."

My eyes widened at her statement. "They what?"

"Oh yeah," she said as she reached for a handful of popcorn. "Be prepared. If you do decide to get seriously involved with Bobby and Lester, they'll be tracking your movements too."

My brown knit as I stared down at my wine glass. Just how did I feel about being tracked like that?

"It's a security issue for them. After a while, it won't bother you so much, but yeah, Ranger had trackers on my vehicle, and in my purse and some of my shoes."

"Holy crap," I replied. "That's beyond anything I would have ever thought up for one of my stories. And you've gotten used to it?"

She shrugged. "I know it gives him piece of mind that I'm safe, so yeah."

"I'll have to really think about that," I replied.

"Understood," she said. "Especially considering if you do want to sneak away for anything, getting around the trackers can take some major strategizing."

"Thus the amtrack train," I replied. "Based on what you just told me, I bet you paid cash for your ticket too."

She tilted her head at me. "You got it." I took that train all the way to Jacksonville. Then hopped a Greyhound bus to Tallahassee, where I finally used my burner phone to call Uncle Martin to come pick me up.

"How long was it before Ranger found you?" I asked.

"I guess it was about two weeks," she said as she shifted to tuck her legs beneath her. "When I asked Ranger how he found me, he said something about someone in his Atlanta office recognizing me on a security feed for an account in Tallahassee." Her brow knit as if she were perplexed by something. "Though I still don't know how that's possible considering the distance between Atlanta and Tallahassee. I didn't think Rangeman had accounts that far away from main offices."

"What did you do when he showed up?"

"I wouldn't talk to him at first." She leaned her head against the back of the couch and closed her eyes for a moment. "It hurt to see him. To know he didn't want me in the way I needed him to, yet he wouldn't leave me the hell alone."

She let out a long sigh. "We argued and I went into Rhino mode on him."

"Rhino mode?" I asked.

"You know, like a pissed off rhinoceros."

I nodded.

"So, we argued, and I stayed mad for a bit. Then he did the one thing I never expected. He apologized and told me how much of an idiot he was, and how he was wrong, and didn't want to live without me."

"Awww…that's so sweet," I said. "Though I have a hard time seeing Ranger apologizing for anything."

She snickered. "He's rarely wrong. Which is infuriating, but you're right, he rarely has a need to apologize."

"Except to you," I replied.

She grinned, "Except to me."

She paused and looked as if she was thinking about something. "When you write your stories, you don't worry about what people will think, right?"

I ran my finger around the top of the wine glass. "I do hope that they'll like them, but overall, I suppose not."

"And why is that?"

"I don't know. I guess it's because I know sex sells, and people want to read those kinds of stories."

"And what about those who don't like your stories or think you're sick or depraved for thinking up those scenarios?"

I sighed. "I don't worry about them. I mean, you can't please everyone."

"So, why worry about what other's think now?"