Notorious Nineteen

sleep.”
    “Not always,” Ranger said.
    “You waited until I was asleep so you could sneak in and plant all your secret listening gizmos, because if I was awake I wouldn’t let you do it.”
    “It was expedient. I had to take over a patrol for one of the men last night. I only had a few minutes to plant the GPS. When I asked you to be my date I didn’t realize it was going to turn into this. I put you in harm’s way and now I need to try to keep you safe.”
    Ranger removed a small plastic bag from the glove box. It contained a watch, a metal disk, and a roll of surgical tape.
    “The watch looks like a sports watch but it has a GPS system and can transmit audio. You turn the audio on and off by pushing this button. You’ll see a plus or a minus sign on the watch face telling you if the audio is sending. If you get into trouble you push the button, an alarm sounds in the control room, and we can listen in.”
    I took my own watch off, dropped it into my purse, and put Ranger’s watch on my wrist. “Can I talk to you through the watch?”
    “No. It just transmits. It doesn’t receive.”
    The metal disk was approximately the same size as the watch face. Ranger ripped off a small piece of tape and stuck the disk to it.
    “This is backup GPS. I’m going to put it inside your bra for now. If it gets uncomfortable you can move it to the small of your back. I’d like you to wear both devices until the threat is removed.”
    He opened two blouse buttons and traced a line along the top of my bra with his fingertip. He bent his head, brushed a kiss across my breast, and slipped his hand inside my bra. I think I might have moaned a little, and I steadied myself by sliding my hand up the inside of his thigh. It turns out that just because I think I could have a future with Morelli doesn’t mean I’m entirely immune to Ranger’s hotness.
    He taped the disk to the underside of my breast, and his thumb skimmed across my nipple. I’d once done the deedwith Ranger in his Porsche but it involved an open driver’s side door and my knee on the console. I knew this wasn’t a possibility in the Cedar Mill House parking lot. Especially not with a madman stalking us, someone’s high beams shining in Ranger’s rear window, and my resolve to not be a slut.
    “Rain check this,” Ranger said. “We have company.”
    I made some clothing adjustments, and we followed Kinsey and Amanda into the restaurant. Besides the cars carrying the bridal party I counted two Rangeman SUVs in the lot and one more on the street.
    We walked through the restaurant and up a flight of stairs. The private dining room, decorated in red and gold, was dimly lit, and seating was at three long tables. I was placed next to Amanda, and Ranger was across from us.
    “I appreciate that you would take on this job,” Amanda said to me. “I knew Robert was in Special Forces, but I was unprepared for something like this to happen.”
    “This has nothing to do with his Special Forces background,” I said. “This is about mental illness. This is about a man with a problem, and for some reason that’s beyond our control he’s fixated on Kinsey and Ranger. We just have to be careful until Ranger catches him.”
    “Do you have a gun?” Amanda asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Me too,” she said. “I have a Beretta. What kind do you have?”
    “A Ruger.”
    “Have you ever shot anyone?”
    “Yes, but it was sort of an accident.”
    “You mean the gun went off when you didn’t mean it to go off?”
    “No. I mean he was shooting at me, and I shot him back.”
    “That doesn’t sound very accidental.”
    “It wasn’t planned,” I said.
    This subject was out of my comfort zone. My comfort zone ran more to bakery products, mascara, who was pregnant from my high school graduating class, and who was doing well on The Biggest Loser . I searched for a change of topic and came up short.
    “You must be excited about the wedding,” I finally said.
    Amanda leaned closer and lowered her voice. “Can I confide in you? I’m nervous. I thought this would be the most fabulous thing. All my life I’ve dreamed about my wedding day. The gown. The walk down the aisle. The party after.”
    “And now?” I asked.
    “I’m not sure. I love Robert, but marriage is so permanent.”
    It should be permanent. That’s certainly the aspiration, but I knew firsthand it didn’t always work that way. I’d been married for about ten minutes. I was hoping for longer next time