Stephanie POV

I get to my cousins office at a decent hour 10 a.m., hey I know my cousin he doesn't get up to early. Usually it's because he's spent the night ho-ing himself out to one kind of animal or another.

I park my car in front of the office and get out of the car to pull myself together in one of my no-nonsense suits. These old power suits I use to wear selling lingerie does nothing for the imagination which is exactly why I wear them. I never knew the buyers were sleazy old men who propositioned me for "a good time" left and right, one would wonder what they would do more if I wore clothes that flattered my figure.

I walk into the office and I see Connie Rosolli and old high school friend of mine. "Hey Connie, I didn't know you worked here."

"Stephanie Plum, how are you, it's been such a long time since I've seen you." She gets out of her seat and walks over to give me a hug.

"I'm alright, how about you?" I ask her in response.

"Same old, same old. Hey I heard about your divorce, rat bastard I've got a few connections want me to put out a few feelers for you?" She asks.

"Nah, that was years ago. Besides I think I've managed my own vengeance on the Dick" I laugh.

"Yea I heard about the bon fire out on front yard. Heard you chased them both around the front yard with a piece of the table while they both naked as a jay bird. Funniest damn thing I heard. You do have a wicked streak in you. I heard years ago about your pay back to Morelli."

Geez, she's just pulling out all my romantic highlights. I wonder if she's been trading notes with my mother. Joseph A Morelli, every time I have a weak regrettable moment in my past he seems to be tied to it. He had his way with me when I was 6 years old and he decided to play choo choo with me in his fathers' garage. His finger was the train and you can just guess which part of me was the tunnel. Then there was VERY forgettable Tasty Pastry incident when I was 17 years old. I somehow lost my virginity to him behind the éclair case. It didn't take much for my mother to hear about either of those moments, the later incident was spread by Morelli himself by a limerick he left in many of the bathroom stalls that same night right before he left for the navy.

I just chuckle "Yea him and my father's Buick didn't seem to get along."

She laughed along with me "I heard he came back from the Navy and you clipped him with the car and broke his leg."

"Eh, shouldn't have written that crap all over the 'Burg." I just shrug my shoulders."

"So what are you doing now? I heard about the lingerie job." She asked.

"Yea I was at dinner and my Dad mentioned there might be a position open here." I said

"I'm sorry Steph, he just filled that about an hour ago, and it was for a file clerk." Connie replied.

I just sighed "That's ok Connie; keep an ear out if you hear of any positions will ya?"

"Yea, but why don't you talk to Vinnie, you know family perks should get you something. Have you ever thought of bounty hunting?" She offered

Now talk about funniest damn things you've ever heard, I can't hold back the laughter. "Like that weasel would recognize family in need even it bit him in his diseased ass. Seriously you were with me in gym class in high school, coordinate I am not. I would guess that job would require some sort athletic ability. I've got none. I appreciate the idea though. Thanks for all your help Connie, give me a call oh wait my phone is broken. I'll stop by later in the week and see if you hear of anything."

I turn around and see the most incredible man I've ever seen. Dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, chocolate eyes that can see into my soul and such kissable lips. But geez does this man have to have an Adonis body too that's covered in black clothes? "Hi" seems to be the only thing I can say.

Connie pips up with an introduction. "Ranger, this is Stephanie Plum, Vinnie's cousin. Stephanie this is Ranger Mañoso he's a bounty hunter and own Rangeman Securities."

Ranger, what kind of first name is Ranger? It's kind of dangerous, it fits him. He has that total BAMF look down, you know Bad Ass Mutha Fucker.

My 'Burg upbringing requires that I offer my hand and greet him politely "It's nice to meet you"

Holy SHIT he kissed my hand instead of shake it, this man IS dangerous. "Babe" he greets me back.

I suddenly hear a loud bang which makes me look away from his penetrating eyes to see what made that noise. I look out the office windows to see my car getting repo'd. I run out of the office yelling at the guy "HEY STOP"

A/N: The characters contained in this story are not mine; I make no money out of this adventure. The only thing I get is the satisfaction of writing it and hopefully providing entertainment to you the reader! For the one who makes money of these characters please see Janet Evanovich.