I glanced up at Tank, who had shock written all over his face. "Does he know?"

I shook my head. "I was trying to call him to ask him to come over here, but you know how that went."

Tank nodded and started to pace. "Ranger had to have left for a reason. I'm going to call the guys in the control room and see where Ranger went after he left the office."

Tank opened his phone and dialed the guys. I settled back onto the couch and daydreamed listening to the drone of his voice. I'll have to stop bounty hunting, when Ranger finds out he'll lock me in a safe house and throw away the key. Then what would I do for money? I could do research for Ranger, if he let me work. He flipped his phone shut and looked at me. "He left the office and came here. Then he followed you to Morelli's and came back here. I think I know what happened, Steph."

I looked him expectantly. "Well? What do you think happened?"

"Did you take some home pregnancy tests?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Where did you leave them?"

"I left them on the sink." Then it hit me. Ranger had seen the tests and he'd seen me go to Morelli's. I looked up at Tank. "He must have seen the tests and he knew I went to Morelli's. I'll bet you anything he thinks I went over the tell Morelli I was pregnant; and I bet he thinks the baby is Morelli's too."

Tank nodded. "I think so too. What do you want to do, Bombshell?"

"I want Ranger to know that this is his baby, Tank. I need to talk to him."

"I don't have his number, Bomber. He was going to call me when he got everything set up."

I sighed. "So, I'll just have to wait." I could wait. Maybe.

"Let's go get you something to eat. You have a reason to eat all the time now. How about Pino's?" I grinned at Tank and jumped up to grab my coat.

We trudged downstairs and I slid into the passenger's side of the Rangeman SUV. We parked across the street from the door and slid out. Tank beeped it locked and escorted me across the street and inside.

The volume level dropped when we entered and I realized why.

"Hello, Cupcake."

*~*

By the time my plane landed in Miami I knew almost everything about Bridget. She had had four martinis and she talked constantly. Her birthday, her full name, her favorite food, favorite color, favorite animal and favorite flavor of ice cream. She liked exercise and her size 34 double D's had been from her husband's life insurance policy. She was from Virginia and was relocating to Miami. I had learned so much about this woman I was getting a headache.

"You know, you're quite handsome and that watch looks right expensive." Bridget batted her eyelashes at me and trailed her finger tips up my arm. "I bet you've had lots of experience." Her voice was husky.

I took her hand and placed it back in her lap. She was beginning to annoy me. She 'humphed' and sat back in her seat. "You're from Miami right?" I nodded. "Have you ever heard of Rangeman Enterprises?"

I cut my eyes at her and nodded again. "I have."

"That's where I'm going to be working, if you ever want to stop by." I shook my head in disbelief. This woman, who talked entirely too much, was going to be working in my building.

I turned and gave her a blank look. "What were you hired to do at Rangeman?"

"I'll be helping the guy they already have, I think his name was Silvio, do some research." I groaned silently to myself. She looked at me curiously and continued, "They said the owner of the company is always in New Jersey so we don't really have anything to worry about."

"You were misinformed. I'm Ranger Manoso, owner of Rangeman Enterprises." She gaped at me.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry. I mean, I didn't know it was you, sir. I'm not fired am I?"

I shook my head and the corners of my mouth quirked up. "No, you're not on the clock yet."

The rest of the flight she sat silently, casting glances in my direction. The pilot announced that we were landing and the seatbelt light flashed on. We landed, exited the plane and collected our bags. I saw Marco, the man I'd put in charge of Miami, wave at me and looked back towards Bridget, who was trying unsuccessfully to hail a cab. I shook my head. I was going to regret this, but she was an employee. I'd do the same thing for Stephanie right? I gave Marco my bags and walked over. "Do you need a ride?"

She gave me a bright smile and picked up her bag. "Oh thank you, Mr. Manoso. I really appreciate it."

We headed back to follow Marco to the car. "Where are you staying?"

"They have an apartment for me in the building, if that's okay with you, I mean. I could find somewhere else if you wanted."

I shook my head. Marco grinned when we reached him. "Who is this young lady?"

Bridget grinned and I introduced her. "This is Bridget Williamson. I believe you hired her to help Silvio with research?"

Marco nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I knew she was flying in today but didn't know what time." He shook hands with Bridget. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Williamson."

"You too, sir. I'm sorry but I didn't catch your name." She batted her lashes at him and he gave her a goofy grin.

"Marco, Marco Sanchez. Let's get you two to your new home." The three of us quickly reached the car and shoved our bags into the truck. I motioned for Marco to take the passenger seat and angled into the driver's seat. I pulled out of the airport and into traffic, headed for Rangeman.

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Sooooo…..Tell me what you think? Good? Bad? Scrap it? Continue it? Love and Criticism accepted! Thank you SO MUCH to those of you who reviewed my last chapter!!! It encourages me to continue! The timeline for this is kinda Steph went to Morelli's around 3PM then Ranger left around 5 and is in Miami around like 7 or 8. I'm not completely sure how long it takes to fly from New Jersey to Florida.