Chapter 7

Ranger -

I woke up for the second time today with Steph in my arms. We had all had a rough few days tracking this kidnapper down, and it caught up with Steph last night. I found her curled up on her couch, headset still on her head, covered with a blanket. And a picture frame sitting on the other end of the couch.

I'm guessing our non-stalker, the Picture Pervert as dubbed by Steph, covered her. My guys loved her. With little effort, I could figure out who was leaving us these pictures. I was hesitant to do it. It seemed to be bringing us closer together, and I was glad Steph agreed to let this play out.

I looked at the new picture and shook my head. She'll want this one. At least it wasn't garbage all over me.

It was Sunday and I had nowhere to be, so I was content to lay here with her while she slept. When she started shifting around, parts of me stood up and took notice.

"Ummm, Ranger?"

"Hmmm?"

"I doubt you've been doing homework this morning, so I'm guessing you don't have a pencil in your pocket?"

I choked back a laugh, "Babe, a pencil? Is that what you remember it as? It's been a long time, but I'm hoping your memories of that night aren't of me having a pencil dick."

"Not exactly."

Just to be sure, I pressed against her, making sure she felt ALL of it. Her answering groan was enough confirmation that we'd straightened out any misconception.

Both our phones beeped at the same time, interrupting the moment. Now I was the one groaning.

I reached for my phone, and she hopped up to dig around in her pants pocket. Tank. "Group of us heading to beach. By Boardwalk. Come if you're free."

I could already see the wheels spinning in Steph's pretty head. Guess I'm going to the beach, because I'm sure as hell not sending her to the beach with the guys, alone, in a bikini.

So it turned out Steph plays a mean game of volleyball. Steph, who'd rather take a nap than do any form of exercise. At my stare, she just shrugged.

It was a good day, with the guys keeping their ogling of Steph in her little, tiny, barely-there bikini to a minimum. They did an admirable job of keeping their eyes on her eyes. I didn't do as well. Fuck me.

I hoped the pervert got a good picture of Steph playing volleyball in her bikini.