On Saturday night was the grand opening of Unit. If the first couple of months went well enough, Mike was planning on opening another restaurant or two. I thought it was a great idea. He was worried about the financing though. It's a big venture and he didn't want to sell out to some big corporation in order to expand on his dreams. I was willing to sink some money into the idea, but I'm not sure my paltry ten million (yea, can you believe it turned out to be over ten million dollars?), if I sold everything, was enough.

In the last ten days I'd spent a lot of time in my office. There was a lot of work involved in the growth of Rangeman, Inc. Yea…cool huh…we're incorporated. We'd had a couple more promotions. Ella was promoted to VP of Internal Operations. The translation to that, she takes care of us. It meant a hefty raise and she has a lot more staff. It's good for her. Gabe was promoted too. Padma was delirious about it too. Gabe was promoted to Monitor Director. It meant he trained or oversaw the training of all staff and support of monitors. He was the one lunatic Rangeman employee who truly enjoyed monitor duty. I was concerned about him. Even the elusive Rodriquez got a promotion to head of case development. Someday I'd meet ole Rodriquez and find out just who he is.

Everyone settled into the new offices very nicely. Max was currently working to complete the docks and renovate the old offices on Haywood. They would keep their original purpose. We would continue to meet level one clients there. Those clients were primarily home and small business security clients. Lester had interviewed everyone on staff and decided it was time to think outside the box. Let's be real here, Rangeman employees (male and female alike) are a sexy bunch. But they're usually a little bit intimidating. People getting security for their homes or small businesses like to know there are people like that around, but they prefer to deal with people a little less intimidating. He hired a woman. Nobody was more surprised than I was. Well, maybe Ranger was. She wasn't even a twenty year old hard body. Okay, maybe that's the part that surprised Ranger. Grace is in her mid thirties and very nice looking. She wasn't tall, she was average. She didn't have bodacious curves, she was average. She wasn't incredibly beautiful, she was average. She also had the most killer smile you've ever seen in your life. When she grinned, big slashing dimples took up half of each side of her face. Okay, I'm exaggerating, but when she smiles…she is beautiful.

As a matter of fact, the first time she smiled at Max when they were chatting about the redesign, he stopped talking. I was under the impression that nothing could stop him from talking…I was wrong. I have a feeling her office will be very nicely done.

We hired a couple of new receptionists and a few fresh out of the Marines or Army or whatever service to take gate duty. They were young and fresh faced and almost never smiled, except when Julia (the new server in the Executive dining room) or Heather (the new dimpled receptionist for the new facility) came on campus (yea, they call the Rangeman facility a campus…who knew?). Then they got a little flustered. I'll be honest with you here, Hal hired Heather but he was beginning to regret it. She was a lovely face to greet when you came to our facilities, but she was a bit distracting to the boys.

The uniform around the offices was being revamped as well. Natalie came by and the two of us sat around the office and worked for days to come up with something that was both what Ranger wanted and what our clients needed. We agreed that everyone working in the field needed to stay with the same Rangeman uniform of black cargoes and boots. You never knew what you were getting yourself into. But we convinced Ranger that the summers in Trenton were murder if you had to be dressed completely in black. He allowed us to add white tee shirts of the same basic design to the wardrobe offering. The logos would be discretely sewn on just as before, but now with white thread. It would be a photographic opposite. The first time Ranger tried the shirt on for me I gasped and then had my wicked way with him. He's yummy anyway, but that white shirt against his skin…yowsa!

For those personnel who were now primarily office personnel we offered other options like button down shirts, sports coats, khakis and a variety of other nice looking clothing. All the clothing was designed to make Rangeman employees feel comfortable and look successful. If Tank and Ranger's expressions were anything to go on, we'd hit pay dirt.

After all the time catching everything up in the office and making it feel as comfortable as the old one had felt (and everyone seemed to think it was even more comfortable), I felt we deserved the night off to celebrate with Mike. After the celebration we were going to have a good night's sleep and then head off on our vacation/honeymoon. Ranger wouldn't tell me where we were going, but he did tell me how to pack. I needed shorts, tee shirts, a sundress or two and a lot of bikinis. Hmmm…

While shopping for bikini's I found a new dress for Unit's opening. I'd also bought all new lingerie. I don't know what happened but all the sudden my boobs started growing like wildfire. It's almost as if I hit puberty again. I went from a large B to a large C in a very short period of time. Ranger emailed with Kate and she said that it just happened to some women. She even told us they may hang around after the bean is born and weaned. Weaned…oh yea…I forgot about that. He was pleased, so much for the old adage of more than a mouthful being a waste. He didn't waste any of it.

The dress I bought for the party was blue, of course. It was Ranger's favorite color on me. I like to dress to please him. It makes him randy and a randy Ric is never a bad thing. He was running late checking on a few things at the office, which is typical. I, however, was on time and almost ready when he came running into the bedroom stripping off clothing as he moved. The only time he'd come running into the bedroom stripping as he went so far is the only time I told him he could turn the camera on in the bedroom. He didn't last long back at the office.

He emerged from the closet after showering and shaving about twenty minutes later wearing charcoal slacks and a shirt that almost matched the royal blue of my dress. He sank down on the side of the bed and tugged his socks on watching me as I applied lipstick.

"There's no point in that yet," he said with a low grow sliding his feet into this loafers and getting gracefully to his feet and coming to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist. "You look devastatingly beautiful."

"So do you," I met his eyes in the mirror.

"The lipstick is a goner," he said and sucked lightly at my bare shoulder.

I grinned and wiped it off, "better?"

"You should wait till we're in the car anyway," he said turning me to face him.

"Why is that," I raised a brow.

"Because the lipstick may not be the only thing that comes off," he grinned and his eyes glinted predatory.

I laughed, "I don't want to be late."

"How about a quickie," he suggested with a leer.

"I thought you didn't do quickies," I teased.

"I've learned to respect the value of the quickie," he admitted enthusiastically. "However, I feel it can be grossly over used."

"No chance of that with you?"

"None," he agreed.

"Also no quickie," I laughed. "We need to go. We are supposed to be there in twenty minutes."

He groaned and bent his head and reduced me to a puddle of hormones and tingling nerve endings. "Change your mind," he murmured against my mouth.

"My mind says no-no, but my body says yes-yes," I sighed.

"Who's winning," he growled.

"My mind," I sighed and straightened and reached for my purse and my lipstick. I ran my hand lovingly over the prominent bulge in his pants and headed for the door.

He groaned and followed me.

We arrived at the restaurant on time. It was only seven-thirty and it was packed. A good number of people there were Rangeman employees, but the general public was also in attendance.

Mike hurried to greet us with a grin. "Stephanie…Ranger, I'm so glad you're here. We've been open for an hour and a half and we're a solid hit. The food critic for the Trentonian was here. He ate your burrito dinner and had a couple of the sides as well as lemon cake and bombshell blast. He told me on the way out that he was giving us five stars tomorrow. We're a hit!"

I laughed, "I'm so glad Mike."

"Me too," he grinned. "Come on, let's get you to your table. I've got you in the upper deck with most of the Rangeman people including Falcon and the missus. Carrie's here too. She's sitting with Mitch, but…"

"I know, she's yours," I laughed.

"Damn right," he nodded. "Anyway…your people are upstairs."

"Good," Ranger nodded and followed him to the stairs with my hand tucked in his arm. He released me so I could go up the stairs first and patted me on the ass as I started up.

I glanced back at him and laughed and he leered at me. I walked straight to the table with Tank and Lula, Cal and Natalie, and Mitch and Carrie. Tank and Mitch got to their feet. Cal started and winced. I put my hand on his shoulder and leaned over and hugged him around the neck from behind. "It's so good to see you Cal."

He smiled and turned to kiss my cheek. "I'm glad to be here."

"As glad as we are?"

"Probably," he said. "Thanks sweetie."

"You know I love you."

"I know. I love you too."

I released him so Ranger could do the man thing and went into Tank's open arms, "looking good big guy."

"That's what Lula said," he grinned.

Next I went to Mitch, "You alright," I whispered.

"I'm good," he nodded. "We're good as friends."

"Yea," I raised a brow.

"Yea," he grinned.

"I can hear you," Carrie laughed and got to her feet to hug me tight. "You're pregnant?"

"I know…do you believe it," I laughed.

"Er…," she looked over at Ranger, "yea!"

We giggled together before I sank down on the other side of Mitch. "Have we ordered anything yet?"

"A pitcher of Mojitos is on the way," Mike grinned.

"Yippee," I grinned and my face fell when I realized the bean was still too young to drink. "Er…"

"And a Shirley Temple for the pregnant chick," he laughed and sauntered off.

I sighed and shook my head as Ranger sat down beside me.

"It's only seven and a half more months Babe," he said kissing my cheek.

"Not if I breast feed," I said morosely.

He laughed, "Mike will have Mojitos when you are done."

"You'll probably have me knocked up again by then," I sighed.

"Probably," he nuzzled my neck with a smile.

All things considered, it was a good compromise. I may be knocked up, but I'd get a beautiful baby out of it. And of course, there's always the work, work, work that goes into getting pregnant…and keeping in practice in case you want to get pregnant again. It's a dirty job, but somebody has to have sex with Ranger. I guess it's me.

"What are you smiling about," he whispered.

"What I'm going to do to you when we get home tonight," I said softly.

He groaned and reached down to adjust himself. "At least wait that long."

I laughed.

The grand opening was a spectacular success. It was standing room only in the bar. I even went down and flirted with a few of the guys who'd been in there the first time. Ranger even let me go by myself…not true. He let me go with Lula. The boys knew who my husband was now so I was pretty much off limits. But they played with me anyway and groused over how all the good women were all taken. They even flirted with Lula. They immediately realized who she was and swore they'd listen to her show from now on.

Mike took me into the kitchen after they closed it and the chefs toasted me with champagne and gave me a chef's hat and an apron with my name on it. They said I was one of them. I cried. I cry at the drop of a hat these days…damn maternity hormones.

Before I knew it, it was two o'clock and Mike was closing the bar. Ranger took one look at me leaning against Mitch yawning and decided it was time to go. Cal and Natalie had left about eleven. Cal was starting to look a little pale and Carrie advised Natalie to take him on home. Bobby came over to take a look at him, agreed with Carrie and offered her a job on the spot. She agreed. It was better pay than the EMT service and the benefits were better.

"Come on, we're supposed to be on a plane tomorrow morning at seven ten," Ranger said pulling me to my feet.

I yawned again, "Okay. Bye everyone. Take care of yourselves while we're gone and stay out of trouble."

Every single one of them started laughing.

"We'll be fine," Mitch shook his head. "You'll be in another state."

"What state will I be in," I said casually.

"I suspect it will be bliss," he raised a brow.

I laughed.

"Good try Stephanie," Ranger said putting both hands on my ass to propel me toward the stairs. "Good night, everyone and we'll see you in a couple of weeks."

"Where are you going," Lula called from her chair.

"On our honeymoon," he said wrapping his arms around my neck from behind.

"Where are you going on your honeymoon," she said with a laugh.

"Where do you think," he rolled his eyes, "Disney World of course."

I skid to a halt and screeched and turned and threw my arms up around his neck. "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you." I punctuated each word with a kiss on his laughing face.

He scooped me up and started down the stairs with me in his arms.

"Bye everyone," I called gleefully over his shoulder. "We're going to Disney World."

"Don't bring the place down," Hal called.

"Yea, don't let anyone murder the mouse while you're there," Mitch laughed.

"Oh you guys," I shook my head with a laugh.

Ranger settled me into the car and got in and pulled out heading home.

"We're really going to Disney World?"

"Is that where you wanted to spend your honeymoon? Isn't that where you've wanted to go since you were a kid?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"I'm about making all of your dreams come true Babe."

I sighed, "You already do Ric. You already do."

Fin