By the time we got back to the resort and made love a couple of times, I was absolutely sure that staying in was the right thing to do.

I called Julie while Ranger was on the phone with Jack Margolis.

"Hey Jules," I smiled at her voice. "How are you?"

"I'm good Steph," she said happily. "Are you guys having a good honeymoon?"

"You're never going to believe this but…"

"You're neck deep in another murder," she laughed.

"You're smart for a twelve year old," I sighed.

She giggled, "Actually…I just know you and my Dad. Wherever you go, there's bound to be a dead body."

"You know that's right," I agreed. "Are you having a good summer vacation?"

"It's good and bad."

"What's up Jules?"

"Mom and my…my dad are fighting a lot."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Maybe you and Dad could take me off their hands for a bit," she suggested. "Maybe with one less kid they'll have an easier time. The other two are so small they probably don't realize what's happening. It might be easier on them if there's one less person around who does know."

I sighed, "I'll talk to your Dad and if he thinks it's a good idea, he'll call your Mom."

"Thanks Steph. I know you guys just got married an all and it would be hard on you to have me there, but…"

"Are you kidding," I blinked in shock. "I'd love for you to be here and I know your Dad will too. Okay…different subject, what do you want from Disney?"

"Anything," she said with a smile, "I like sweat jackets and sweat shirts a lot."

"I'll see what I can find for you then."

"You and Dad…you're okay though, right?"

"Yes honey, we're great. It took us a long time to get to where we are and we're still working on it. Your Dad is still in therapy and everything. But we're in it for the long haul. We love each other."

"I could have told you that two years ago," she said.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me," I laughed.

"You know it," she giggled.

"You know we both love you too. In our new house, you have your own room decorated with you in mind. Trust me when I tell you, we'd love you to be around more often."

"Good," she sighed. "I have a feeling that may happen."

"Is there something you know that I don't know?"

"Maybe," she sighed. "But I'll let Dad talk to Mom and find out if I'm right. You know I'm almost a teenager and I get all hormonal and stuff."

I laughed, "Honey, I'll be 31 in a couple of months and I get all hormonal and stuff."

"Yea, but you're pregnant," she laughed.

"And you're almost 13," I reminded her. "How weird that in a couple of months our ages will the same two numbers reversed."

"That is weird," she laughed. "Oh…I have to go Steph…Mom's calling me to dinner."

"Okay honey, your Dad will call later. We love you."

"I love you too," she said and hung up.

I flopped back on the bed and sighed.

"I just got off the phone with Jack and he says they've run into some problems with the other files. It will be day after tomorrow before we can get to them. He also thinks if we take a break tomorrow and just have a little fun and go into this thing the day after with fresh eyes we may be refreshed and knock it right out."

"He's a hopeful kind of guy," I smiled.

"Yea, he is," Ranger agreed. "Okay…you talked to Julie and now you're all serious. What's the deal?"

"Rachel and Craig are having problems," I sighed.

"What kind of problems," he frowned and dropped beside me.

"Marital problems," I said seriously. "Julie's worried. She thinks maybe if she came and lived with us for a while they could concentrate on fixing their issues without having an almost teenager there knowing everything there is to know."

"I see," he frowned. "How do you feel about it?"

"I'd love it," I admitted. "We have a room ready for her. She may as well use it. You could use this time to really get to know each other. I think it's a great idea. I'm not sure either Rachel or Craig will go for it though."

"It won't hurt to ask," he sighed.

"I told her you'd call Rachel and see what she thought."

"Thank you," he sighed and leaned over to kiss me. "Babe…I know you've had a tingle you're not comfortable with. Can you share?"

I sighed, "I think our murderer is a woman."

"No shit," he blinked at me.

"The only thing I can't figure out is whether or not she's working with the rapist or that's just incidental…or that one is the cause of the other."

"Oh man…that would be sticky."

"Let's say the woman is in a relationship with our rapist. She learns about his obsession with Sandy and is so delusional that she doesn't realize it's not consensual sex. She follows them, watches, waits and then strikes."

"Shit," he groaned and flopped back again. "That leaves a lot of possibilities."

"I think it's on target with our current opinions. He's not a cast member, but she is maybe."

"Shit," he groaned.

"I just think we should check into this a little deeper."

"You're probably right. You always are."

Each of us reached for our ringing phones at that point. His was Rachel and mine was my father.

"Hey Daddy," I smiled. "How are you?"

"Good pumpkin. I just got back from the memorial service for Sandy. I don't know if you've got a wriggle in your nose about that boy Jake, but I just don't think he did it. He's devastated."

"Yea, I'm with you Daddy. He's been cleared."

"Good, I'll let Sandy's parent's know. They like him, but they're being cautious."

"I would think so."

"How are things going there?"

"Not as well as we'd like in some ways and better than we'd hoped in others."

"What does that mean?"

"Nobody's shooting at us."

"Well…that's unusual," he said wryly.

"I know," I giggled. "So we're not really gathering new leads. We're just digging deeper and deeper into the old ones."

"Sometimes that's where the answer is my dear," he said gently.

"Yes, sometimes," I agreed.

"What are you and Ranger up to tonight?"

"It's a quiet night in," I said.

"Really," he said in surprise. "Are you all right?"

"I'm just tired daddy. It's hard to be pregnant and to do all this running around. Disney is 40 square miles above ground and some days it feels like I've been over every square inch of it."

"And where is your husband now?"

"He's on the phone with Rachel?"

"How is my granddaughter?"

I smiled, "she sounds beautiful. You may find out soon enough though."

"Is she coming to Trenton?"

"May be," I said watching Ranger's face as he listened to his ex-wife. I could hear her crying. He was worried. "It may be for a while."

"Honey…"

"I can't say Daddy. It's not my place."

"I understand. Well, take care of each other and we'll see you soon."

"Very soon," I agreed.

"We love you honey. Good night."

"Goodnight Daddy," I said and hung up the phone. I went to the bathroom and washed my face and when I returned to the bed with two bottles of water Ranger was gazing at the ceiling thoughtfully.

"Okay honey," I said climbing up on the bed and straddling him and lying down on his chest.

"Hmm," he sighed and ran his hands over my ass. "We're going to pick her up when we leave Orlando. We'll head to Miami and load her stuff up and either ship it or maybe I'll just have them send the plane down there to move her up."

"That's probably a good idea," I agreed. "Is Rachel okay? I thought I heard her crying?"

"Craig had an affair."

"Oh," I blinked in surprise. I'd only met Rachel's husband Craig once, but I'd have bet money that he wasn't the cheating type.

"He's not the only one," he said calmly.

"Oh shit," I groaned.

"I want my daughter out of that until they get their shit together. Rachel didn't really argue with me about it. I have a feeling she was relieved. I think maybe Julie's heard more than she should have so far."

"Maybe she could talk to Dr. Addison when we get her to Trenton?"

"I think that's a good idea. We'll check into private schools too. I'm not really comfortable putting her into a public school."

"St George's is the best private Catholic school in the area. I think both sets of parents would be happy if we put her there."

"Is it coed," he raised a brow at me.

"Yes," I said and my lips twitched.

"I don't…."

"Honey…she's going to attract boys. She's a beautiful girl. At least in a Catholic school, where we know the teachers, they'll be a little more attentive to watching her."

"Who do we know there?"

"Val's teaching there," I said with a smile.

He sighed, "no offence Babe, but your sister's background doesn't give me a whole 'warm fuzzy' idea about putting Julie into that school."

"Angie and Mary Alice will be there too," I grinned.

"Actually that makes me feel better. That should worry me."

"I don't know why," I shrugged, "Angie is more sane than most of the adults I know. She's more like you than anyone I've ever met."

He laughed, "She sort of is, isn't she?"

"She is," I nodded. "She's also Julie's age so they may be in the same class. Maybe they'll even be friends."

"Maybe," he agreed. "I'm a little nervous."

"I know. All the things I've been teasing you about for months…they could be coming true right in front of your eyes."

He growled and rolled me to my back, "really…want to change your words a little bit?"

"Not particularly," I grinned up at him.

"Babe…I love you. You know that right?"

"I do. I love you," I said softly.

"You know that I'd never…" He took a deep shaky breath. "I'd never cheat on you."

"I know that," I caressed his cheek gently. "I do know that. I hope you know I wouldn't either."

"You were keeping track of the single guys around us for a while. You know…thinking outside the box," he teased.

"That was only till you got your head out of your ass. Now, I'm very content."

"Content," he raised a brow.

"I'm happy Ranger," I sighed. "All those years I fought marriage and real relationships. I got out of my marriage to Dickie and never even looked back in regret. I didn't want that. I fought it. I thought I'd never get married again and now I find that it's the best thing that ever happened to me. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. It wasn't marriage that I was opposed to, it was marriage to anyone but you."

He sighed and put his forehead to mine, "I want to grow old with you Stephanie Manoso."

I smiled, "let's not hurry that though. Let's just take our time and have some fun and a couple of babies first."

"Deal," he smiled and kissed me.

"And some spectacular sex," I suggested.

"Some," he raised a brow, "how about lots?"

"Why do you look so offended?"

"I am offended. When have we ever had anything but spectacular sex?"

"Er…"

"Wait…has there been a time?"

"Honey…sometimes…"

"Oh shit," he growled. "Don't tell me that."

"I'm not always in the mood Ranger."

"Do you fake it," he glared.

"The mood or the orgasm," I frowned.

"Either," he said with narrowed eyes.

"Sometimes I fake being in the mood," I admitted. "I never fake the orgasm. I have no need to."

"I should feel good about that answer," he sighed.

"Honey…"

"If you don't want to have sex, you don't have to," he said seriously.

"I know that," I smiled. "Sometimes I want to when I'm not in the mood because I know you are and I know you'll get me in the mood. Is that a bad thing?"

"Promise me that if you're not feeling it, you'll say something."

"Honey…"

"Promise me," he insisted.

I sighed, "Okay…fine."

"I need the words Babe," he raised a brow at me.

I rolled my eyes, "I promise Ranger."

"Thank you…and why are you calling me Ranger and not Ric? I thought we agreed that when the discussion was intimate…"

"This isn't intimate," I said with a sigh. "Telling you to fuck me harder is intimate."

He groaned and twitched.

"And I'm in the mood," I said shaking my head.

"Really or are you just saying that," he frowned.

I reached down between us and stroked him. "What do you think?"

"I think if you weren't, you should work on getting there," he said and bent his head to kiss me again.