A/N: Thanks to my new followers! We're going to have some with Binkie this story. So I hope that you enjoy Navy SEALs. This year I'm thankful to find writing again and am so grateful to those who've given my stories a whirl. Hope you and your families have a very Happy Thanksgiving!
Previous Chapter: "What I need right now is to get wet and I need to get wet now!" I said wrapping my arms around his waist and looking up into his beautiful blue eyes.
"Your wish is my command," he grinned and tossed me over his shoulder.
Chapter 2
"Pretty good — 01:23," Binkie glanced at the stopwatch and crouched down from the edge of the pool to help me out. "You're getting faster."
"But I'm never going to get as fast as you," I replied sloshing water off of my body as I stepped onto the concrete.
"Well, that's true but I've been swimming with the fishes since I was a wee pup," he flashed me those jaw-dropping dimples.
"So it is true that you were a born a baby seal?!" I laughed. Yes, I laugh at my own jokes. If I don't amuse myself, who will?
Binkie was a former Navy SEAL and one of the youngest to move up the rank which was how he got his nickname. And he's been a great person to go swimming with although he's as much of a drill sergeant as the rest of the guys.
As part of the Rangeman employee contract, each employee is required to have at least three days of training a week. I hate running. I suck at hand-to-hand combat although after the incident with Deuce I've agreed every now and then to train with Les on defensive techniques.
One good thing that I got out of the experience was Deuce was right. In the career that I've currently chosen for myself, I deal with a number of unstable characters that has put me in a great number of scary situations. Being in these terrifying situations and not knowing how to fight my way out in a controlled way has proven to be more dangerous than anything. I'm nowhere as good as the guys but I've been getting a little bit better day by day. I don't fall on my ass every minute anymore, only every few minutes.
As for other forms of training, I don't even want to begin to explain how embarrassing weights are for me. So, I learned that swimming is also a great form of exercise and who better to train with but a Navy SEAL himself!
So Binkie has been going to the local community center pool with me at least once a week. I used to swim back in high school as well but not to the extent that Binkie pushes me. And although it's hard work, it's been a lot of fun but don't tell anybody I said that exercise was fun. I have a reputation to maintain.
In between my snorting, I suddenly went airborne and landed in water.
"BINKIE!" I screamed shooting out of the water at the same time a wave splashed me in the face as he dove in next to me.
"You jerk!" I swatted at him as he grabbed ahold of me.
"You know you can't be saying that kind of stuff out loud. You're going to ruin my reputation," he smiled.
"Say what?"
He raised an eyebrow. I think it's a pre-requisite for all Rangeman employees to know how to be sexy, larger than life, silent and stealthy, and know how to quirk eyebrows. I'm still in training and trying to perfect them all. I think the boys let me slip through the prerequisites on an account that I bring a great source of entertainment to their lives.
"Oh you mean…BABY SEEAAALLL?" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
He tossed me over his shoulder dropping me back into the water. We horse played for a while before I wrapped myself around his body so he couldn't throw me anymore.
"Thanks, Binkie," I hugged him tightly. "This was exactly what I needed."
"Anytime," he replied brushing the stray hair from my face but his hand remained cupped around my head as he bore his baby blues into me.
He pulled me in close to him and placed his forehead onto mine. I could feel his breath on my lips a mere millimeters from mine. My heart thumped against my chest.
I closed my eyes, sucked in a deep breath and pushed myself away from him. "Binkie, we can't," I said sadly, "I'm just not ready."
"Alyssa, I'm so sorry," Binkie responded shamefully as his face fell and released me from his embrace. "I shouldn't have been so forward. Of course you're not ready."
"No, no," I waved my hands at him. "It's not your fault. I like you, Binkie, I really do. I just don't think this is the right time or even know if it'll ever be the right time given that we work together," I rambled about not bothering to catch my breath.
"I should've been more aware."
"Binkie, stop it. There's no one at fault here. Maybe we should head back now."
"Good idea," he kissed the top of my head. "Are we ok?"
I smiled at him, "There was never a question of us ever being NOT ok."
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"Brenda, come on, why can't we just do this the easy way?" I pled with the overly dramatic woman with unruly frizzy red hair, wildly waving the kitchen knife pointing it at me from her porch.
"Stay back! I won't go to jail! Not today! Not ever!" she screamed frantically.
Brenda O'Connolly was charged with attempted rape. Yup, you heard me right. Brenda a stodgy, 5'1", fifty-seven year old woman was charged with attempting to rape Brian Hodgkins, a twenty-six year old factory worker.
Hodgkins' girlfriend found a stark-naked Brenda trying to mount her man at 2am after her late shift at the hospital. Brenda had climbed through the window of their ground level apartment while Hodgkins was asleep in his bed.
I sighed placing my hands on my hips, "Brenda, you're not going to go to jail. We can get you bonded out after rescheduling your court date. Plus, if you get yourself a good doctor and lawyer, you won't have to worry about going to jail at all. But you can't avoid jail if you keep skipping your court hearing!" I scolded her.
So it turns out that Brenda was possibly under the influence of drugs — sleeping pills to be exact. One of the side effects of the drug is sleepwalking and another is increased sex drive. Weird side effects if you ask me. But Hodgkins' girlfriend said she sees those cases all the time at the hospital. So I made a mental note not to touch sleeping pills.
She flung the knife at me and I swerved to the side as it missed my face by an inch and it clamored to the ground.
"You crazy, bitch!" I yelled back at her as she pushed past me and took off running down the street.
I really hate it when they run. I chased after her as she knocked over trash cans and other miscellaneous items over so I had to dodge them.
I leapt over a fallen trashcan and tackled her to the ground. And surprisingly for a stodgy, fifty-something woman, she was quite strong. She slapped me across the face that stunned me for a bit so I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head to the side.
Yeah, I know. A little bit unorthodox but I don't really pay full attention to the hand-to-hand combat training as I should. The training consisted mostly of the guys knocking me to the ground and me just lying there in defeat. So I had to resort to "girl" fighting…biting, hair pulling, slapping. It was quite pathetic but this woman was strong and I didn't want to do something to hurt her.
"Why did you have to leave me?" she shrieked maniacally as she continued to slap at my face.
"What the hell are you talking about? I tried to chase you down!" I screamed back at her as I shield my face.
"Why did you leave?" she wailed and then began gyrating her hips.
"Oh my fucking god! What are you fucking doing?" I yelped in disgust as she rocked her hips back and forth.
She was fucking dry humping me! She placed her hands on my breasts and squeezed as she continued to move herself back and forth. I attempted to push her off but for some reason was more struck with shock and couldn't contemplate a successful plan of escape.
"Really? Have you given up on the male species already and started batting for the other team?" a male voice sniggered from above me.
"Shut up, Carl, and get her off of me!" I shouted at the uniformed officer standing above me.
"I don't know, Aly. This is actually kind of hot. I think I'll just spectate for a little bit longer, if you don't mind," he said after I saw a flash and a click sound of a camera.
"CARLTON DAVID COSTANZA!" I screamed at the top of my lungs in anger.
He laughed as he hauled Brenda off of me. Carl Costanza was an old college friend turned cop. And every time I see his face, I just want to smack it. Why? Because this man finds joys in my disasters, he leads the pool of bets at the police station on when the next untimely demise of my current vehicles will happen.
"You've been having quiet couple of months there, Aly. The Bomber taking a break?"
I socked him in the arm. "Bomber" would be short for "Bombshell Bounty Hunter" which some dumbass journalist decided to deem me after one vehicle explosion. Ok…so it happened several times again after that but I think it's because he jinxed me after giving me that nickname.
I've had quite the rush of bad luck with cars. But within the last six months or so, I've luckily not had an incident with my current vehicle (knock on wood).
"Whoa there!" he stepped back as Brenda turned and began dry humping his leg. "She's a feisty one," he commented before handing her off to Big Dog, his partner, to detain her. "I hate to admit it but that's probably the most action I've gotten in weeks."
I chuckled at him, "She's FTA," I said handing him the paperwork, "under the influence of sleeping pills."
Carl nodded and pulled out his body receipt pad and began jotting down the information.
"You probably should take her to the hospital instead of the precinct. I think she needs to see a doctor. She's acting a little crazy."
He nodded, "Will do. Yeah she's not usually this crazy. Brenda was a pretty quiet and reserved woman until her husband Rich left her for another woman and ran off."
"I want to give her something before you haul her away."
"Sure," he stalked off to talk to Big Dog as I approached the squad car.
Pulling a little card out of my purse I leaned over the window and slid it into Brenda's breast pocket. "This is Dr. Francesco's card. She's really good. You should try giving her a call and let her know I referred you, she may try to and fit you in."
She spit in my direction and screamed like a banshee, "You probably made him leave me!"
I stepped aside dodging the cootie missile and shook my head at her. Hey, you can't fault me for trying.
"You ok here, Aly?" Carl asked as he walked back to the car.
"I'm good thanks," I replied giving him quick head nod and waved them off.
I slid into my car and was about to turn on the engine when I noticed something furry lying on the bottom in the middle of my windshield. I stared at it for a bit trying to decipher what it could possibly be. I stared back into its beady black eyes staring back of me and red ooze coming from its neck and realized that it was a dead crow.
Gross! Why would this dumb bird decide to die on my car of all cars! I shuddered at its dead carcass and turned on the engine. I flipped on the windshield wipers but it did nothing but smear the blood on the windshield and nudge the body on the windshield.
"ARGH!" I grunted in frustration and pulled out my cell phone.
"Wifey," the sexy man on the other line answered.
"I need you," I said quickly, hoping it didn't sound whiney.
"Be there in five," his voice turned brisk as he hung up.
"Goodbye to you too. No, I'm ok. I wasn't beaten up or anything," I said sarcastically into the dead line.
What the men at Rangeman weren't trained to do was have polite phone manners or respect your privacy. None of them seemed to know how to politely end a phone conversation.
Beep.
I swiped at my phone to check the incoming text.
"Stop talking to yourself. 😊"
I rolled my eyes although I was quite impressed with the usage of the smiley. Nice touch, I thought to myself.
Rangemen had some sort of superhuman powers of ESP where they could read your every thought. The sexy voice on the other end of the line would be Manny. He knew where I was without me even bothering to tell him was because Rangeman put trackers on my vehicle.
Although my vehicle is not Rangeman property, Ranger feels the need to keep track of me at all the times to ensure my safety. I think it's a gross invasion of my privacy but every time I remove them, another one seems to magically appear. So I've given up. Not even sure why he cares anymore, given that he hasn't given a shit about me for the past half year.
Knock. Knock.
I jumped a few feet in the air as Manny's knuckles rapped on my window and the door swung open.
"You should be more aware of your surroundings, Wifey," Manny smiled leaning down to kiss me on the cheek.
"Why? When I knew it was you, dear hubby," I hugged him back as I stepped out of the car.
Manny wasn't really my husband. A girl could only be so lucky to wake up every morning to this handsome Latino man in her bed. When I first purchased my car, I took Manny with me and we pretended to be married and it just stuck…well, that and the accidental elopement in Vegas but let's focus on the present, shall we?
"A bird decided to take its last breath on my windshield and I can't get it off."
"You're such a girl," he chuckled looking at the mess on the windshield.
"Take that back," I glared at him.
He kissed me on the top of the head in response and walked back to his truck and grabbed a bag and stuffed some items into it. "Where are you headed to next?"
"I was going to head back to Rangeman and see if I could catch Tank."
He nodded and held out his eyes to me, "I'll take care of this. You can take my car and I'll meet you back at Rangeman."
"No you don't have to do that," I frowned at him.
"It's fine. I was about to head in to start my shift. I'll just call Ram to cover me for a little bit longer until I make it in."
I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on his jawline, "You're the best hubby ever!"
"You say that but yet you never reciprocate the appreciation," he winked at me suggestively.
"On that note, I'll see you later," I grabbed the keys from his hands and trotted off.
I'm usually used to flirting from the guys but after the almost kiss from Binkie this afternoon. I wasn't sure if I could take the overload at the moment.