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I opened one eye and found sunlight coming through the window.

"Get up Babe," Ranger grinned from the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand. "We're in Cozumel."

"Do you have something planned?"

"Oh yea," he grinned. "We have to be off the ship and ready to go in less than an hour. Can you do that?"

"Sure," I yawned holding my hand out to get him to give me coffee.

He brought the coffee over.

"How do I dress," I yawned again after sipping the hot brew.

"Light Cargos and a tee shirt and you'll probably want some sneakers."

"Okay," I nodded. "Do I have any need for a swim suit?"

"Not that I know of," he shook his head.

"Fine, then I'll be ready."

And I was. I was hungry though. I hadn't had enough coffee and I hadn't eaten anything. We stopped and got coffee and a breakfast bagel to go. I was stunned when we got off the ship and into the parking lot and found it full of motorcycles. All the Rangeman guys and their women were getting on the Harley's and getting ready for the road.

"Oh my God," I blinked at him in shock. "We're going on a Harley Ride?"

"Yea," he grinned. "Is that okay?"

"That's great," I laughed. "I've always wanted to do that…maybe in Key West or something."

"Maybe we can do that someday," he said handing me a helmet that was little more than a hat.

"Sure," I nodded.

I was a little nervous at first, but by the time I relaxed I was already trying to decide how much pie it was going to take for me to come down from having Ranger between my legs all day. I thought it was probably going to be an excessive amount. It was probably going to take so much pie that there was no way in hell I'd be able to fit into my bridesmaid's dress.

I settled there against his back with my cheek against his shoulder and I just took in the passing scenery and felt the vibration of the motorcycle on the rough road.

I loved our cabin suite on the ship, but for a luxury ship it was missing a few things. The main thing I noticed was the lack of shower massage. And boy oh boy did I miss it since that man was sleeping beside me every night. Thank God for the motorcycle trip. It was the closest thing to sex I'd had in weeks.

We finally stopped for the first time to look around at some ruins. I climbed off the motorcycle and stretched. "Wow."

"Are you okay," Ranger asked in concern.

"Yes, sure," I smiled. "I'm going to be sore later. How about you, are you okay?"

"I'm good," he leaned over to kiss the corner of my mouth. "Come on, let's check this out."

I found myself with Lula and Natalie walking through a gift shop with a bottle of water. There was all this art based on ancient Mayan design and art.

"I think I need some of this for my house," Lula said thoughtfully as she studied some pottery.

"Oh yea," I agreed. "This stuff looks like you and Tank…and maybe some Ranger."

"But not you," Natalie asked.

"I don't know," I sighed. "I really like some of it. I especially like the blues and some of the tapestry, but I'm not sure it's my style."

"How do you know its Ranger's style," Natalie grinned. "Does Ranger have a style?"

"I have no idea," I laughed. "I'm sure Ella did his apartment on seven. He's never mentioned that he had a particular style."

"Is your house your style," she asked.

"It's not Feng Shui," Lula said rolling her eyes.

"It's some my style," I shrugged. "If I really had my way I would probably buy a really old craftsman style house with all those built-ins. I'd buy mission style furniture for some rooms and just like my media room, there would be some really comfortable sink into it and stay stuff. I just couldn't afford both when I bought the house. But I really want something else in the long run. Don't get me wrong. I'm happy with what I have for now. But someday with kids and dogs I'd love that house."

"You still want kids and dogs and a husband," Natalie smiled.

"Sure," I shrugged. "I just have to meet the right guy."

"Ranger's not the right guy," Lula pouted.

"Yea…can you see Ranger helping me remodel an old house," I raised a brow. "Ranger would want to pay someone to paint. I want to paint myself. Also…kids and dogs…I don't think so. He's got commitment issues even if he doesn't realize it."

"Maybe he's just slow to commit," Natalie suggested.

"Right," I rolled my eyes. "In any case he's obviously not ready to commit to me. He may be willing to have me committed though," I laughed.

"Honey we'd all sign the papers some days," Lula said with a smile. She turned to the clerk, "do you ship to the US?"

I left her and Natalie to haggle over the price of pottery with the shop keeper and headed outside. I found a shady spot where I could watch the guys and just sat down and relaxed. I contemplated all the things that they had said to me. Maybe he wasn't quick to commit.

My mind wandered to my perfect house with Ranger helping me strip cabinets and put in crown moldings and I could picture it. I could picture him in paint splattered jeans and a tee shirt as he helped me remodel our house with a puppy getting in the way. I could picture it. It was the first time anything like that had ever happened. And for the first time, I was wistful. I wanted to marry Ranger and have that image come true. I just didn't know how to make it happen. Visualize…. Visualize… Visualize…

"Hey, what are you doing," Ranger asked dropping to the grass beside me.

"I was thinking about a big old house and puppies," I sighed.

"Yea," he raised his brow, "how many puppies?"

"Just one," I frowned, "at least at first."

"Of course," he nodded taking my bottle of water from me, "only at first."

"Sure…I'm not crazy. I know I have to work my way up to more than one."

"Right," he nodded.

"This was a good idea. Lula's relaxed and spending money already," I smiled.

"Wow, she bounces back fast."

"She's getting married in a couple of days," I reminded him.

"Is that all it takes to make a woman happy," he asked.

"That's all it takes to makes some women happy. Some of us need a home and children too."

"And when you've got the house, the husband, the kids and the puppies…then you'll be happy?"

I shrugged, "I'm not unhappy now." I gazed off into space. "I guess I'll be happier. I guess I'll feel complete. I just want those things. Does that make me a bad person?"

"No," he shook his head. "It doesn't. I think you'll get everything you wish for Babe. You're a good person and good things happen to good people."

"Thanks," I said softly taking my water bottle back from him.

"And now," he got up easily and helped me to my feet, "we go on to our next destination. Are you ready for that?"

"Is there going to be food involved?"

"There is going to be food involved," he agreed.

"Then let's get on the road," I nodded.

Our next stop was over an hour later at a place called Coconuts. It was a restaurant on the beach in the middle of nowhere. Our entire party was seated outside on the deck under this great pergola with ceiling fans helping stir the breeze and the sound of the ocean as our music.

It was a local restaurant and there was plenty of beer available. We ate and we laughed and we just enjoyed the weather and the surf.

I sat back in my seat and smiled. Four years earlier when I first met Ranger and all the guys I would have never imagined the scene I was seeing before me at that moment. I never thought some of them would be married and at least one baby would be born to our little family within the year. Life had changed and moved forward. I realized that I loved everyone there. They were my family as I had come to learn. We learned and grew from each other. We supported each other entirely. We were true friends. I knew when I grew old and white haired and wrinkly, these people would still be in my life and they would still be important to me. And hopefully our children and grandchildren would play together and grow together as well.

"Babe…you okay," Ranger asked leaning over to kiss my temple.

"Yea," I smiled. "I was just thinking how lucky I am."

"Yea," he raised a brow with a smile.

"I am," I said seriously. "I would have never imagined four years ago that we'd be here now and Tank and Lula would be getting married and…" I reached up to wipe a tear from my eyes. "I'm happy."

"This is a good day," he asked hugging me to him.

"This is a good day," I agreed smiling up at him.

He leaned over to kiss me gently. We smiled at each other for a few moments before being pulled back into the party.

After lunch we got back on the bikes and rode farther. We stopped at another sort of touristy place later on and got off the bikes to look around and get something to drink. After that we got back on the bikes to ride and that's when it started getting a little hairy. A car without tags came barreling down the road on the wrong side. It seemed to be in a hurry and we all kind of moved to the right to get out of the way. When the car got to Ranger and I in the front of the pack instead of moving on it veered toward us.

I would have screamed, but instead I clutched Ranger tighter as he maneuvered us to escape the lunatic. And the guy kept coming at us. This wouldn't have been so bad if we were in the low area off the beach. We could have just taken refuge in the dunes or something, but we were on the mountainous road and if we did that we'd careen down the side the mountains and meet certain death. I didn't want certain death. I didn't want Ranger to meet certain death. I was vehemently opposed to certain death.

Finally Ranger saw a small path to the right and veered off toward it and the car's driver, feeling as though he'd succeeded in his goal, sped off. Unfortunately all of our friends thought the same thing.

We emerged from the small copse a few minutes later to hear Tank on his cell phone with the police. "They're alive…they're alive. You have to do something about that lunatic."

"We should get back to the ship," Ranger said grimly.

"Yea," I nodded. Okay…it was annoying when they were killing people on Tank and Lula's wedding cruise. I was really perturbed when Tank was the prime suspect in the murder investigation. But now, they just tried to kill Ranger and I was pretty damn sure that I would have just been a casualty of war. Now…I was pissed. They'd gone too far and I didn't know who they'd go after next.

We parked the bikes in the parking lot and signed off on the receipts.

"They tried to kill you," Tank said grimly to me.

"They tried to kill Ranger," I said furiously, "I was incidental. This all goes back to Afghanistan Tank. We're missing something. As soon as I figure out what that something is…I'm gonna have to kick somebody's ass."

"Remind me not to make you mad," Tank said as we walked toward the ship.

"That's good advice for anyone," Ranger said seriously as we climbed the gangplank.

"Molly better not be at the top of this thing with her happy face on," I growled.

Luckily for her, she wasn't.