Author's Note: Hope you guys enjoy my latest story. Sorry this chapter is a little short, but I found that my muse works better with shorter chapters when I start out and many, many reviews! (hint hint) To all of you who have reviewed and never got a reply from me, thank you for reviewing and sorry I never replied! I was having crazy days and only replied to a few before my brain just shorted out... Anyway, on with the story!
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"Come on, Babe, just one more mile." He said, turning around. I flipped him off and he laughed. When we had finished, I was lying on the ground.
Ranger came over and stood above me. "See? That wasn't so bad."
"If I could move, I'd kick you."
He squatted down and picked me up. "You need a shower to relax you."
"I need a donut. Maybe a dozen."
"That stuff will kill you, Babe."
"I don't care. I feel dead anyway."
"You just need to run some more."
"I run anymore and my legs will fall off."
"We can't have that." He opened the door to my apartment.
"What the hell is going on here?" Joe screamed, hands on hips.
He sat me back on my feet. "Ranger and I went running and I couldn't move."
"So he decided to carry you?"
"Well, it was that or leave me right outside my apartment."
"I'm your boyfriend. His hands shouldn't be anywhere!"
"I don't want to have this conversation."
"That's right Stephanie, go straight into Denial land."
I ignored Joe and turned back to Ranger. "I'll see you tomorrow?" I decided to go back to working at Rangeman when the skips got low. It kept a steady income and whenever I needed to get out of the office, I could go chase some skips. It seemed to be working pretty well. Until Ranger decided that to work for him, I needed to have minimal training. Ergo, the running. He nodded then left.
"Joe, what is your problem?"
"My problem? What's yours?"
"Ranger and I are just friends. You know that."
"Doesn't mean I have to believe it. Look, he's been stepping on my territory for years now. I'm just trying to keep you safe."
"Your definition of safe and my definition are completely different."
"You'd rather hang out with that thug?"
"Ranger's not a thug."
"He kills people!"
"So do you! You're just protected by the law!"
"Cupcake, I love you. Isn't that enough?"
Was it? He always wanted to change me, but what was the alternative? Waiting for a man who may or may not be in love with me to finally get his head out of his ass and try a relationship. I didn't know what was worse, settling or just being alone, waiting for my chance.
I sighed. "Joe, you're right."
"Yes, I need to be more careful. I want to keep my job and I'll marry you."
"But you'll still be working with him."
"Yes, but I don't have to answer directly to him. I'll just go to Tank."
Joe smiled. "So we're really doing this?"
"I guess so." I planted on what I thought would be my happy face.
I opened my eyes. "Lester? What are you doing here?"
"Beautiful, you're awake."
"You didn't answer… Why am I in the hospital?"
"Don't you remember?" I must have looked confused because he continued. "You were driving to work and got into an accident. You hit a tree pretty badly and the doctors put you into a medically induced coma until your injuries healed.
I was beginning to get flashbacks of the accident, but they only made my head hurt.
"That was yesterday, right?"
Lester looked pained.
"Beautiful, Stephanie, that was ten months ago."