A couple of quick things... I probably should have mentioned this before, but this is a very 'fluffy' story. No real ranger business, just some light summer fun - and possibly some adult fun later on. I'm alternating between Tommy's and Kim's points of view, but I tend to drabble longer in Kim's mind. I don't know why, maybe I'm living vicariously through her. :-)

Also, I'm not a big fan of text-speak, so when the characters "text", it will be in complete sentences. Don't let that throw you off.

Final thing... I own nothing but the keyboard used to type out this daydream. The rangers are property of whomever currently owns them... but it's not me.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Tommy Oliver couldn't believe his eyes.

Kimberly Hart stood a few mere feet before him, and he was sure that nothing short of a monster attack could pull his eyes from her. She looked positively stunning in a flirty periwinkle dress and stiletto heels. The chiffon clung to each and every one of her curves in a way that could bring any grown man to his knees. The neckline, supported by the thinnest pair of spaghetti straps sloped gently across the top of her chest exposing just a hint of cleavage, and the layered skirt fell just above her knees and showed off her strikingly toned legs that seemed to go on forever thanks to those stilettos.

She carried herself with pride and confidence across the lobby, tossing her caramel-colored locks over her shoulder as she grinned brightly, and as physically attractive as he found the rest of her body he couldn't look away from her eyes. Warm and deep brown, light still danced in them like it had back when she was seventeen. She greeted him warmly and Tommy debated for a split-second as to whether he should reach out to hug her. Instead, he paused in front of her, leaving a comfortable bubble of personal space between them and smiled what he was sure looked like a goofy, starstruck grin.

"How are you? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for a wedding," she said calmly, trying to control the tremor in her voice. She took a moment to take him in. Dressed in a suit that very well could have been Armani with a light gray shirt and a flashy black, white and silver tie, he carried a sense of smoothness that was unusual for Tommy – or, at least the Tommy she used to know. His hair was short and spiky now, and as much as she used to plead with him never to cut his hair, she had to admit that the look suited him – and suited him well. His golden brown eyes glowed against his sun-kissed skin, and as attracted as she had been to him back in high school she could easily claim that he had never looked as good as he did now.

"Oh! You know Caitlyn too?" he asked, gesturing back over his shoulder.

"Um, no, Melissa and Paul," she said, pointing back to the ballroom she had recently evacuated. "Who's Caitlyn?"

"Caitlyn is my business partner's daughter, getting married at the tender age of eighteen," he said, implying his disapproval in his tone.

"Wow," Kimberly muttered, choosing this simple exclamation over the many other thoughts trying to roll off her tongue. "That's crazy."

"Yeah, tell me about it. But she's practically family, so if she's happy, I'm happy."

Kimberly nodded thoughtfully, trying to pluck her reply from the sea of thoughts currently flooding her mind. "It's really great to see you!"

"It's great to see you too!" Understatement of the year, Tommy thought as he steadied his nerves to ask his next question. "Are you here with a date?"

Kimberly laughed and averted her eyes, an action that Tommy's mind immediately began trying to interpret. "No, thankfully." Unbeknownst to Tommy, that was another of Kimberly's pet peeves – having to drag some poor fool alongside her for the sake of filling her 'and guest' spot on the RSVP card. It usually ended up sending the wrong message to her companion, leaving Kimberly having to break things off later when there was really nothing there to 'break off' in the first place. "Melissa's a girl I work with, and since the rest of us at work are all single we agreed to just all come together, obligatory-date free."

Was that just relief that flashed in his eyes?

"What about you?" she pressed.

"Hmm?"

"Is one of these ladies shooting me death glares here with you?"

Tommy laughed, glancing around at the alleged offenders. "No one's glaring at you. And no, none of them are here with me. I'm actually hoping to make an appearance and duck out early. I really don't know any of their other guests, and I'm sure John will be busy with father-of-the-bride duties."

Kim giggled, a sound that Tommy hadn't even realized he'd been missing until this moment.

"I'd love to catch up with you, though, if you have some time later. It's been a long time."

"Yeah, it has. I'd really like that."

"Are you living here in LA?"

Kim nodded. "Yeah, in a closet-sized apartment not far from here."

"Well, I'm here until tomorrow afternoon. We should get together."

She smiled gently, impressed with Tommy's seemingly newfound confidence as he reached for his phone. He shot her a glance indicating that she should proceed with her number which she gladly provided. Seconds later she felt her phone buzzing in her purse against her leg.

"It's just me, so you'll have my number, too."

"Thanks," she replied, leaving her phone tucked away. She glanced back at the ballroom, wondering how long she'd been away. Time seemed to slip away as she drowned in the presence of this man before her. She had probably successfully avoided the father-daughter and the mother-son dances, too.

"You should get back," he said gently, voicing her thoughts for her.

"Yeah, I should…" she chewed on her lip nervously. "But I really do want to see you later."

"Good. That means you won't blow me off." His words seemed a little bitter, but he said them with a wink and a smile, indicating that his intentions were as genuine as hers.

"So I'll see you later?"

"Definitely."

Tommy watched as she turned to go and let out the breath that he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. He couldn't believe his good fortune, and if he had been alone he probably would have jumped up and down or done something equally childlike. Instead, he laughed and shook his head as he pulled his phone from his pocket again.

"Where have you been?" Geri hissed as Kimberly made her way back into her seat at the table, drink in hand.

"I ran into a friend in the lobby," she said abstractly, digging for her again-buzzing cell phone.

"A friend? What kind of friend?"

"Just… a friend."

"No way. You are absolutely beaming, Kimberly Hart!"

"I am not!"

"Then stop smiling, right now."

Kim had successfully extracted her phone and turned it over in her hand, anticipating a missed call from Tommy. What else she found was going to make Geri's demand impossible.

The only reason any woman would glare at you is because they know they'll never be half as gorgeous as you.

Kim fought to suppress the urge to giggle like a young girl as she read the text message. A warm blush swept over her cheeks as she began typing her reply.

"KIM!"

"What?" she whirled back to Geri, sounding just a tad annoyed. She couldn't stay angry at her, though, when she saw the expectant, pleading look on Geri's grinning face.

"Spill, girl!"

"Hang on." Her thumbs flew across the keypad, typing out a flirtatious reply.

Or maybe they wished they were talking to the finest man in the room. I know I'd be jealous of anyone talking to you.

She slid her phone closed and back into her bag as the waiter approached with tray holding their salads. She turned back to Geri, still wearing the giddy grin she hadn't been able to wipe off her face since re-entering. "Let's just say the night just got very interesting."