Bobby and Tank POV chapters were combined since they were short.

Chapter 6

Bobby POV:

"Claire," I groaned, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"Bobby, I already told Savannah we would be there," she said, leaning back against my chest. I kissed her temple.

"So, what's the theme?"

"Dress up as your spouse," she answered, stirring the pasta.

I grinned. "You're a surgeon. I'll be wearing scrubs."

"Yes, and I'll be wearing black scrubs." She grinned. "At least our jobs are similar."

I chuckled and spun her, plastered her front against mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her tight against me and kissing her deeply. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"So, what do you think the guys will be wearing?"

"Hmm. I can't imagine Steph will get Ranger into anything too bad. The worst will probably be Cal or Les."

"Why's that?"

"They're girls who wear skirts regularly and we all know Les goes overboard."

"That's very true. He's been super tight lipped about his outfit."

"You didn't even want to go."

"Only because I wanted to spend that whole night with you."

"You mean in bed watching TV?" She grinned.

"No…"

"Yes." She laughed and kissed me again.

Tank POV:

Jessica read the invitation, and grinned. "This is going to be fun."

I raised an eyebrow and set my beer down. Butterscotch headbutted my hand as I replied to her. "What does that mean?"

"Imagine what everyone is going to be dressed in. Do you realize what all the girls do for work? You, Bobby and Ranger are getting off easy." She laughed.

"Cal is going to be wearing a skirt," I said, realizing it. My hand pausing petting Butterscotch, earning a warning meow.

"I imagine some of the other guys will be too." She laughed. "Makes you happy that I'm a nurse, doesn't it?"

"Yes, yes it does." I grinned, pulling her into my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

"I get to walk around all night dark and mysterious." She grinned.

"I think Steph will be in the same boat as you."

She grinned. "I hadn't even thought of that. Do you think she's going to make Ranger wear mascara?"

I felt my face freeze. "I need another beer."

She rolled her eyes. "If he's really going to dress up like Steph, he would have to layer it on thick. Although his eye lashes are better than most women's, even with mascara."

I frowned down at her, and she cupped my cheek and kissed me. "You are the only man for me, Pierre. There are a lot of attractive men out there but you're the only one I want to be with. You're also the only man I love."

I kissed her softly. "How did I get lucky enough to get a woman like you?"

"Who knows? I'm guessing my standards were just low at the time."

"Jess!"

"I'm kidding babe." She laughed, nuzzling into my neck. She sighed, squeezing me in her arms.

"How do you know I didn't lower my standards?" I grumbled.

"Baby, I've seen your ex," she said. I shivered.

"Lula was a little crazy," I conceded.

"A little? Baby I'm a little crazy, she's a whole lot of crazy. When the Lord was making her, the lid came off the crazy container and spilt the whole thing in her mix."

I laughed. "So, my taste became better."

She grinned and kissed me again. Standing, she took my hand, and I raised an eyebrow. "Come on," she purred. "Let's go to bed."

A/N: I'm not really a fan on the Tank/Lula pairing.