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Disclaimer: The title belongs to Bon Jovi and the characters belong to JE, sadly.

Rating: PG all the way. Well, there's some language…

Living on a Prayer

Chapter 28

"Mmmm," I just replied, leaving it open to Ranger's imagination if I was sharing my opinion of Miguel or responding to his massage.

"Is that who's coming for dinner?" Ranger asked and I smiled to myself. "What are you working on?" I asked, finally gaining enough control to lean forward a little. It didn't do me any good, Ranger just resumed his massage. I wondered if I should ask him how he found me, but I knew the answer already. Probably he had traced Lula's cell phone. It didn't matter anyway, he was here.

I took a deep breath and tried to ignore what my body was trying to tell me. I pulled forward enough to be out of his touch and turned around to face him, placing my feet on the floor. "I mean it, Ranger," I said with a calm I didn't feel. "You can't just massage your way out of this one! Either you tell me, right now, since when and why and how you work with the FBI or I don't ever want to see you again."

Huh? Where'd that come from? That was not what I'd been meaning to say at all! I'd been thinking more along the lines of 'You know what they say about paybacks? Well, I'm the bitch.' Instead I issued an ultimatum! The pill, I reasoned. I wasn't thinking straight.

"You don't mean that," Ranger said with a hint of a smile on his lips. No, I didn't, but I couldn't think of anything better to say either.

"Are you gonna tell me?" Right, I thought, get the ball into his court. Ranger took a deep breath and ran his palm over his chin before he locked eyes with me.

"What do you want me to say?" He asked. "That I'm sorry? That I'll never do it again?" He reached out and ran his finger over my chin. "I did what I thought was right. And I would do it again if it meant keeping you safe. It's nothing personal, it's just business." He held on to my arm when I tried to move. I wanted to hear him out, but I needed distance from him. And I was so nervous that I couldn't sit still.

"I am sorry you had to hear it from someone else," he continued. "I would have told you, it just never came up."

"But…" I tried to protest, but Ranger put his fingers over my mouth. "No Babe, let me finish."

He took my hands in his to keep them still. "The men I assign to watch you are could be on another job. I'll happily spare them, but when you run away like today, it defeats the purpose."

"And you bleed money," I completed his sentence, "Is that what you're trying to say? I'm too expensive a line item in your budget?" I couldn't believe I'd been ready to forgive him minutes ago. I angrily pulled my hands out of his grip and tried to get up. Ranger swore under his breath and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Will you just listen? This is not about money. It's about you and your complete disregard for our efforts."

My jaw dropped. I was too shocked to move. I just stared at Ranger, hoping I'd heard wrong, that somehow the pill had been a hallucinogenic and I was making it all up.

"Please tell me that came out wrong. Tell me that's not what you meant to say," I finally said, trying hard to keep my voice steady while inching away from him. "Because right now what you're saying is that you expect me to trust you to do what's right for me, that we're no longer a team and that you go out of your way to protect me from the big bad wolf."

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling noisily. "I'm trying to tell you it's not all about you," he said. I couldn't believe it. He should be trying to get himself out of a ditch, instead, he was digging himself in deeper.

I jumped up, wincing as my weight hit my foot. I hobbled away from the couch before Ranger could grab me. "I see what you're doing," I said, "You're trying to make me feel guilty for leaving, or maybe sorry for your men." I shook my head violently. "It's not working. You messed up and you betrayed my trust. It's you who's in disregard. You're in complete disregard of my need to stay informed. Do you have any idea how it feels to be told by a stranger what I should have learned from you?" I glared my best Burg glare and put my fists on my hips. "So I'm gonna ask you one more time: What are you working on with the feds?"

Ranger got up slowly. "You know what I'm working on," He said. I nodded, "Now I do, yes. No thanks to you. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I never tell you about my work. You never know about my jobs, unless you're part of them." He was wearing his blank face and I knew he was lying, or at least hiding something.

"Beeep! Wrong answer! I was part of it, so cut the fucking shit, Ranger," I spat. "Sit your ass down and tell me from the start." I saw Ranger's eyes widen marginally at what I said and how I said it. I was pretty sure any of the Merry Men would have had a heart attack on the spot if they had heard me speak to Ranger this way. Hell, my heart was beating at such a pace, I wasn't sure I wouldn't drop dead momentarily. He was driving me crazy and I didn't know if I should slap him or shoot him. But my gun was in my purse on the couch, so probably he was safe.

Ranger didn't sit down; he just crossed his arms over his chest, his face still expressionless. My foot throbbed, but I didn't want to admit my weakness.

"RangeMan was hired as an outside contractor to gather evidence and provide surveillance of suspects and suspected hideouts," Ranger said flatly. "It's not a secret. We always run multiple jobs at the same time."

"If it wasn't a secret, then how come you didn't tell me about it? You don't think I would have wanted to know that you told the FBI everything I said?

Ranger did a palms-up. "Whoa. What exactly is it you think I told them?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. I narrowed my eyes at him. "What exactly did you tell them?" I challenged.

He shook his head. "You're right, this isn't working. Let me see if I can follow your train of thought. You somehow see a conflict of interest here and you'd rather I called off all my men. And you think you'll be safer by yourself, right? And you probably think it's totally sane for you to hide out in a stranger's apartment and try to make it your own. How am I doing so far?"

I sucked in some air. We were glaring at each other like a pair of bulls ready for a fight. All that was missing was for one of us to snuffle or paw the ground. Okay, so I was glaring, Ranger was just meeting my eyes. But there was definitely tension. I took a deep breath. It wasn't working. I had to set the record straight.

"My turn to follow your train of thought! So what you're saying is that you know what's best for me and I should just take your word for it and not ask any questions and sit at home on my hands and you'll take care of everything for me and I don't have to know about any of it. You'll tell me what to think, and what to say, and how to act and I'll just sit right here until you tell me that I can move, just because you said so. How am I doing so far?" I spat at him.

Ranger shook his head again. "I had my reasons," He said. "Such as? When were you planning on sharing these reasons?" I prodded. His eyes never left mine. "I'll tell you later," he said and I scoffed. I threw up my hands.

I didn't know what I'd expected; I knew I had hoped for some sort of an apology. Now I wondered where this would have gone if I hadn't insisted on learning the truth. I could have enjoyed a nice massage and who knew what else. Where was my sense of denial when I needed it? But since we'd gone this far…

"I chose Randy's apartment because I thought it would be the last place you'd look," I said, paying it forward.

"Why?" He simply asked. That was a good question. I didn't know the answer. Why had I been so gung-ho to hide from Ranger? Why was it so important that he didn't know where I was? Yes, I was mad at him because he hurt me, but hiding from him felt…childish somewhat. But I didn't want to repeat his stupid 'I had my reasons'.

"Because I needed some alone time," I replied lamely. "With Lula," Ranger added. "I trust Lula," I said pointedly and turned around, limping towards the kitchen to get some more coffee because it would buy me a minute or two.

I got another mug out of the cabinet since mine was still on the coffee table and Ranger stood between it and me right now. And suddenly I realized what I was doing. I'd been so shocked when Lula kicked the door in that I didn't think much about it until now. What was I doing in Randy's apartment without him there? I was treating his place like a hotel room. Christ, I had even invited Thomalla over even though Randy would most likely have returned by then and kicked me out. I shook my head. Ranger was right; it had been a stupid move. No wait, he'd called it insane.

It irritated me that he'd basically rendered me defenseless. Of course I didn't think I was safer alone. But I had made extra sure that no one knew I'd snuck out of my apartment and that no one was following me. Mental head slap. Okay, so I didn't know what I was doing. That didn't give Ranger the right to call me insane.

I was just formulating a good response to his high-and-mighty accusations when Lula barreled in. She was huffing and carrying two shopping bags filled to the point of bursting. She looked at me as if she was going to say something, then she turned on instinct and saw Ranger, still standing in the middle of the living room.

"Uh-oh," she said and dropped the bags. I thought that was a fair assessment of the situation. Ranger nodded almost imperceptibly, "Lula." As if they ran into each other at the mall or something, total coincidence. Lula looked from him to me and back at him again, and she was the first to find her voice. "Did you call him?" She asked me.

I shook my head no. "Then how'd you find us?" She asked Ranger. I thought he'd do the almost-smile thing and say something witty, instead he just looked at Lula with his blank face.

"Right," Lula said and I could hear she was getting flustered, "I should get going anyways. Ranger will take you home, right?" And she turned back to me.

I could feel Ranger waiting for my answer. "No need to inconvenience Ranger," I said and saw Lula's eyes widen, "If you don't mind, you can take me home now. I'll just straighten up and leave a note for Randy." I felt Ranger's eyes on me but didn't look at him; instead I busied myself with cleaning the coffee maker. Then I grabbed a piece of paper from the fridge and scrabbled a note on it before I put it back under its magnet.

Maybe if I just ignored him, Ranger would leave? Lula cleared her throat and I could hear the bags rustling. My back was to them, but I didn't have to look to know Lula was nervously glancing from me to Ranger. "No, I don't mind," Lula said needlessly. Still no word from Ranger. I ran out of things to occupy myself with in the kitchen, so I finally turned to face him.

He hadn't moved, he was standing with his feet shoulder width apart and his arms crossed over his chest. And he was watching me, silently reminding me that I still owed him an answer.

Lula took the coffee mugs from the table and picked up my bag. She put the mugs in the sink and handed me my purse. I slung it over my shoulder and was ready to go.

Ranger cut his eyes to Lula. "You can go now," he said in a perfectly calm voice. I thought Lula would protest or ask me what I thought, but she was gone so fast, she left skid marks on the carpet. I just waited for her to be out of earshot before I stemmed my hands on my hips and glared at Ranger.

"Who do you think you are?" I asked him, my voice anything but calm.

"We have unfinished business," He said and did the almost-shrug, "As soon as we're done, I'll take you wherever you like, but right now, we need to finish this."

It could have been the arrogant way he said it, or maybe I was just overall fed up. Either way, I gave him my favorite Italian hand sign and said, "Finish this!" before I turned around and hobbled towards the door.

I got as far as yanking the door open before I heard Ranger move behind me. As curious as I was what he was doing, I managed to keep my eyes ahead and was about to turn to close the door behind me when Ranger reached me. My mouth opened, I suppose it was to say something witty, but whatever I'd planned on saying was forgotten as I got a glimpse of Ranger lowering his head. Then I felt his hands around my legs and I was airborne, Ranger used my moment of confusion to adjust me properly over his shoulder and pull Randy's front door shut.

I gasped and then struggled to fill my lungs with air to scream. Ranger marched down the hallway as if it was the most normal thing in the world for him to walk down an apartment building's hallway with a woman in a fireman's carry. I was beyond humiliated; I was livid, and my face was probably bright red.

"Let me down," I screamed, drumming my fists on his back and wriggling my hips. I felt Ranger chuckle under me. "You keep moving like that, we're gonna take a time out in the broom closet," He said and I could hear the full-on smile on his face. Oh, he thought he was so smart. True, he had an iron grip on my legs, but my arms were free. My fists left his back and I proceeded to slap his ass.

A door opened and an old lady stuck her head out. "What's all this…" She started, probably took one look at Ranger and thought better of it. By the time she came into my field of vision, I only saw the hem of her housedress as she slammed the door shut. Now I tried my fists on his ass, I'd be scratching next, I promised myself.

"I mean it, Babe, stop trying to turn me on!" Ranger said, amusement in his voice. The fact that I was comic relief for him made me absolutely furious. We reached the stairwell and I was momentarily fighting nausea when Ranger started going downstairs.

"Let me down. Now!" I screamed again, unable to stop tears of frustration that were stinging my eyes. Maybe it was sort of funny in the beginning, now it was just barbaric. Two can play this game, I thought and came up with an evil plan of my own just as Ranger walked down the second staircase. He wanted to play caveman? I could do schoolyard, I thought as I took hold of his utility belt and pulled it away from the small of his back.

Okay, so the plan was to give him a true old-fashioned wedgie, and I was quite excited that I managed to pull his cargos back far enough. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten about the going commando thing. I was staring right down Ranger's ass and his tight muscles that bulged with every step.

I went rigid when I felt one of his hands tighten around my thighs and the other one creep up to slap my ass. "No peeking," He said and laughed. He was laughing? That did it. I wriggled around trying to free myself, but he only tightened his grip and skipped a step to keep his balance.

By the time he reached the front door, he was shaking with laughter and I was trying hard to keep my head up so I wouldn't pass out from the blood rush to my head.

Ranger finally put me down at his SUV and I noticed with some satisfaction that there were some beads of sweat on his forehead. He held on to my right upper arm as he beeped the car unlocked and opened the passenger side for me. With a last grasp for dignity, I dug my heels in and tried to stand my ground, but he nudged me into the car without much effort. He must have jogged around the car because he opened his door less than 10 seconds later and started the car. 'Fine', I thought 'I'm not gonna be his amusement any more'. I pouted involuntarily and crossed my arms over my chest. I could feel Ranger cutting his eyes to me out of the corner of my eye. I was staring straight ahead as he reached around me and fastened my seatbelt before he put the car in gear. The bastard was still smiling!

The clock on the dash told me it was almost five. Plenty of time for me to take a nap and then get ready for dinner. I'd just tell Thomalla there was a change of plan, no biggie.

Ranger went into his zone and that was fine by me. I'd rather cut off my tongue than talk to him again. He had the physical power to humiliate me, but I didn't have to tolerate it. I'd give him the silent treatment and planned on leaving the car just as soon as we pulled into my parking lot.

Except we weren't going to my parking lot. And we weren't going to RangeMan either, I realized when Ranger took a right off Hamilton and got onto Route 206. Where did he think he was going? Oh forget the silent treatment, I decided. "Where the fuck are you going?" I asked, my voice cold.

Ranger's eyes never left the road. He was settled back, one hand on the gearshift, the other relaxed on the steering wheel, a smug half-smile on his lips. I had half a mind to scratch his eyes out, anything to wipe the smile off his face. I couldn't remember ever being so mad at him. It was as if his caveman antics were the last straw. He never answered me.

Of course if I scratched his eyes out, he'd get us into an accident. And I didn't really want to hurt him anyway. I wanted to scream and stomp my foot and flail my arms, I wanted to throw a genuine Italian tantrum to show him his boundaries. I sighed when I imagined his reaction to that, probably I'd make him laugh out loud.

I stayed quiet when he got onto I-95, by now my curiosity was almost stronger than my anger. And eventually I got to thinking. Running away, again, had been a knee-jerk reaction that I could only justify by how hurt I was by Ranger's betrayal. Then again, I'd found out about his betrayal by betraying his trust and asking Thomalla. I wished I could blame Lula for playing along, but it wasn't her fault, I had played the friendship card. But why Randy's place? That didn't make any sense, and I couldn't remember why I'd picked it. To go where Ranger would never find me? Why? I was hurt by his actions, yes, but was my desire to deny everything so strong that I would just as soon never see him again?

I shook my head slightly in disbelief. Lula had been so right this morning. What I needed was a strong drink and some time to think it all over. Not hiding, just alone. I closed my eyes and leaned back. I didn't care where Ranger was driving us anymore. He'd been right about one thing, it wasn't over yet. We still needed to talk, we both needed to lay our cards open on the table, so to say.

My phone rang in the depths of my pocketbook. Thankful for the distraction, I dug it out and answered it, proud that my voice was even.

It was Lula. "Girlfriend," she greeted me, "how are you holding up? Tank insisted on coming with me so Ranger would have the car, you're not mad at me for leaving, are you?"

"No," I replied honestly, "And I hope Tank wasn't either. Mad at you that is?"

"Nah," Lula said, "It's all good. He's been given the rest of the day off even. Where are you?" I sighed. Probably Ranger was listening to the whole conversation. "Ranger's car," I said, biting back any further comment. Lula must have sensed something because all she said was "Oh."

"Yeah," I agreed. "I'll call you later, kay?" I said and disconnected. I cut my eyes to Ranger, he was still flying us down the highway, eyes straight ahead, body relaxed.

A half hour later, Ranger took the Atlantic City Expressway exit and I tried very hard not to squirm in my seat. We were going to the shore? Not back to Point Pleasant, that would have been another exit, but where? Atlantic City? Why in the world would we be going to the shore? I knew Ranger was just waiting for me to ask him again, so I didn't.

Sure enough, we ended up on Columbus Avenue and Ranger took a left onto Atlantic Avenue. While Atlantic City is at its liveliest in the summer, it never sleeps like the rest of Jersey's shore towns. Gambling is a sport for all seasons, after all.

I'd had enough. "What are we doing here?" I asked a little testy.

"I'm hungry," Ranger said on an almost-shrug, as if he usually had dinner 80 miles from home. He turned into a restaurant's small parking lot and killed the engine. He finally looked at me. "Neutral ground," he said as if that explained everything, "and I know you must be hungry." He took a suit jacket from the back seat and shrugged into it before he left the car. I could see the restaurant's name through the windshield, but I was sure I'd never eaten at Lefty's before. The name kind of reminded me of Shorty's.

The interior of the restaurant was nothing like Shorty's, it felt more like we'd stepped back in time into the 1940's Manhattan. And it was very classy. As in, I was totally underdressed classy. Ranger and the Maitre D' did one of those complicated handshakes and talked Spanish. About half of the tables decked in white linen were occupied, and I immediately got 'the look' from the women. Probably they didn't often see jeans and t-shirts here. And I knew what Ranger was doing, too. Neutral ground, my ass. He'd brought me here, to a public place, where I couldn't make a scene unless I wanted to make a total ass out of myself. And I had walked in with him, fooled by the name.

We were shown to a table and I tried hard to ignore the women's stares. Actually, I wasn't sure if they were staring at me or at Ranger, but I kept my eyes on the ground just to be sure. When we sat down, the maitre d' handed Ranger the wine menu, said something apparently funny and clapped him on the shoulder before he left.

As soon as we were alone, Ranger put the menu down and looked at me. "Now we finish our business," He said. I scoffed. "If you think this," I gestured at our surroundings, "is intimidating me, you're wrong. It might embarrass you more if I make a scene here, and that might make it even more worth it," I said with fake sweetness in my voice.

"I come here for the best crab cakes in Jersey," Ranger replied, "And the owner is a friend of mine. Yes, I did think we needed a little time-out, but more importantly, I needed you out of Trenton."

I raised my eyebrows. "And you're gonna tell my why this time or is this one of those secrets only you and the feds can know?" Ranger exhaled audibly, then he put his elbows on the table in front of him and steepled his fingers. "I was brought in because the feds don't trust the local police department," He started and I almost gasped. Was he actually going to tell me everything?

"They think there's a rat in the department, with ties to the mob, but they don't know who. So yes, I'd heard about the allegations regarding Morelli." The waiter came to our table at that moment and Ranger stopped to order our drinks. At least I thought that's what he was doing, it was all in Spanish. He waived the menus off and had some more words with the waiter, gesturing and talking rapidly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I picked up where he'd left off. His eyes met mine and there was no blank face this time. He looked stressed, tired, and incredibly handsome.

"Whether you believe it or not, I meant to protect you. For about a month now, I've been working to find out the rat's identity, because I do not believe it was Morelli." I was listening to what Ranger was saying but I also studied him. He was wearing black cargo pants and a charcoal gray jacket over a skin-tight black t-shirt. Not appropriate attire for this restaurant at all, probably they only let us in because Ranger knew everybody, and yet he didn't look nearly as out of place as I did. Ranger the Cuban chameleon.

"Who do you think it is?" I asked, although I had a feeling Ranger didn't know. He shrugged, "There are a few suspects, but nothing that would point to one person," He said and leaned back while the waiter set the wine glasses on the table and filled his with a little wine to taste. When Ranger approved, the waiter filled our glasses with red wine and left the bottle on the table when he disappeared. I don't know much about wine, I only know if I like it or not. This wine, I liked, and I downed my glass in two gulps. I knew that wasn't proper etiquette, but screaming wouldn't be either, and something had to give.

Ranger refilled my glass without comment and took a sip from his before he continued. "I always thought this was too close to home for you. Even more so when Morelli was shot. It was never a secret, Stephanie, it was for your own good." He said and drank more wine.

I could already feel the alcohol spreading comfortable warmth in my empty stomach. Ranger trying to protect me made a lot more sense then Ranger betraying me, I reasoned, although the alcohol may have helped with that decision.

"Then this morning," I said, "why didn't you tell me this earlier today? You made it worse by just leaving." I emptied my second glass of wine when the waiter brought some huge plates that smelled delicious.

"You told me to leave," Ranger simply said and started piling crab cakes onto his plate. I sighed. "I asked you to leave after you wouldn't talk," I pointed out. He finished his first crab cake and looked back up at me. "Yes, and after I left I realized since you already know the worst parts, you might as well know it all."

"Please tell me by 'worst parts' you mean the presents left in my car," I pleaded. Ranger nodded. I took a few spoonfuls of shrimp and ate some, mulling over what Ranger had said.

"I still don't get it," I finally said, "You could have told me you were working with the FBI on solving the case. And you should have known I'd learn about the sick presents sooner or later," I was gesturing with my fork and drank some more wine for support, "Instead you chose to…hurt me."

"Babe," He said and put his fork down. He reached out and took my free hand, squeezing it. "I never meant to hurt you. I thought it could all work itself out, you would never have to know. I didn't count on Thomalla sharing everything with you. If I'd told you half of the truth, it would be as good as a lie."

I wasn't following his logic, but to some extend, I thought I knew what he was trying to say. "So you chose to keep it all to yourself and thought you were doing me a favor," I added up what he'd said and refilled my glass. Ranger grimaced. "More or less," he said and finished his crab cakes.

"Didn't work, did it?"

We both thought about that as we finished our dinner and the first bottle of wine. The waiter brought a new bottle without being asked and Ranger refilled our glasses. The food was good, but the wine was excellent. I was working on a good wine buzz by the time dessert was served. Well, dessert for me, Ranger had some sort of espresso. I took one bite out of the chocolate cake and moaned, not caring that the stares were back. I thought I saw Ranger's eyes dilate black for a second, but when I looked closer, they looked normal.

"So we're good?" He asked, finishing the second bottle of wine, which he had drunk almost entirely by himself. I resisted the urge to lick the cake plate clean and nodded reluctantly. "Are you sure you've told me everything? You didn't forget anything?"

"I haven't told you the details yet," he admitted, "but if you want me to, I will. The evidence Thomalla told you about might be extremely important."

Shit! Thomalla. I'd forgotten all about him. I fished my cell phone out of my bag and closed one eye to be able to read my address book. But what would I tell him? That instead of searching for the evidence and prepping for a possible court appearance I was getting drunk at a fancy restaurant in Atlantic City? Oh, speaking of court appearance…"Do you know anything about a subpoena for me?" I asked Ranger. Unless he really had ESP he couldn't possible know where that'd come from, but he did the almost smile and nodded. I closed my phone. "And you told the cops at my car this morning everything they needed to know and what case it ties in with?" he nodded again. "And when Teddy attacked in Point Pleasant, you took care of all the statements then too?" Another nod. It was slowly coming together for me. I didn't know if I should appreciate Ranger's type of protection or be outraged by it. True, he had shielded me from bad news and nuisance. But did I want that? I leaned back and studied Ranger while he signed for the check. All sources of light, like the candle on the table, had a halo around them. I liked that. Even Ranger, apparently sitting in front of some light, had a halo. It was somehow fitting, and somehow not. I looked around and noticed the room looked a lot softer now. When it began to spin, I knew why. I was drunk.

I barely noticed the pain in my foot when Ranger helped me up and led me outside. Still, I clung to his arm as if I was in pain because I needed a little extra help walking straight. It had gotten dark and nightlife was starting around us. When we got to his car, he hesitated.

"What?" I asked, my arm still entwined with his. I was leaning on him while swaying slightly. Ranger was looking at the SUV, thinking.

"I don't think driving is such a good idea right now," He finally said. I snorted. "Is Batman drunk?" I should have drunk heavily before tonight. All was well again and I loved Ranger. My mind operates on the simplest terms when I'm drunk. The surroundings added to the surrealistic feeling, I felt like I had escaped into a whole new world where none of my problems mattered.

"Maybe we should walk it off," Ranger suggested. "Maybe not," I replied and lifted my injured foot. That caused me to completely lose my balance, and if Ranger hadn't caught me, I would have ended up on the sidewalk, like a beetle on its back.

Ranger held on to me after he'd righted me. "I have a better idea," I said, my head against his chest. "Can you get us a cab? We have a hotel room we can stay at."

"Okay," Ranger said, and I could have sworn he was slurring his words just like I was. "But what about your date with Miguelito?"

TBC

A/N: Exactly how inebriated do you think Ranger is? Enough to, I dunno, do something he wouldn't do sober?