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Steph-focused Chapters

Observation

A/N: One-Shot Prompts from Yllyn and molly9429. Thanks!

‘If you make listening and observation your occupation,
you will gain much more than you can by talk.’

Ram’s POV

Steady.

Steady hands, soldier.

I check the scope. Windage. Barometric pressure. Range. Check. Air temperature. Check.

Target is 1500 yards away. Chatting with other insurgents. I’ve been watching for days. They’ll leave, he’ll stay.

They leave.

I pull the trigger.

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Chapter 74: I Demand Respect

Steph’s POV

I pull up outside Lula’s 20 minutes later. I stopped for ice cream and Tastykakes, just in case.

“Hey, Girl! ‘Bout time you made it.” Lula is all smiles and I’m even madder at her. “What’s up?”

“We need to talk.”

Lula’s smile fades. I walk in and sit on the couch. I hold up the ice cream and she grabs two spoons and her ice cream from the kitchen. She settles on the couch and we dig in. It’s silent in the room for a few minutes before I say anything.

“We’ve been friends for a long time, Lula. We’ve been through a lot. But today, you put me in a dangerous situation and left me there.” I finally look at her and she’s shocked. She’s stopped eating ice cream to look at me.

“I knew something was wrong. I felt it and I wanted to get out of there. It took forever to convince you to leave with me and then, once I did convince you, we walked right into a problem.”

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Chapter 73: Fully Fledged RangeWoman

Hal’s POV—Saturday

I’m nervous.

I really want to add a few trackers to her body, but I don’t want her to run screaming from the building.

Hector’s a man possessed. Everyone in Trenton knows not to go anywhere near him right now. His eyes are glued to the iPad and the blades are on display.

Sis is thrilled to have passed standards, and she and Lula are going to celebrate. I heard rumors of ice cream and Tastykakes and I winced. I hope she doesn’t fail the next monthly health check. I’ll have to ensure her results don’t get out if she only squeaks by. I don’t want anyone to say anything about her.

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Chapter 65: HR Talks

Candy’s POV

“So that was the infamous Mark?”

Hal nods. His entire body is tense and I stop, turn toward him and place my head on his chest. I know my darling boyfriend. He stops and holds me, expecting me to cry , but I’m holding him, waiting for him to release some tension. Eventually I feel him relax.

I look over and Danny is smiling and whistling into the clouds . He looks over and winks at me. I smile and look up at Hal’s face. He’s smiling at me.

“Making me look soft,” he whispers.

“The evidence says otherwise,” I tease back. Continue reading →

Chapter 63: The Noose is Fitted

(AKA I commend my soul. . . )

Ram’s POV—Friday Afternoon

Hal’s going to be out of the office over the next week. I’m happy for him, but I hate acting as XO. I’m in my office, trying to catch up on paperwork and schedul ing men before I take point on the bridge. I’m hoping for a quiet day.

Steph cannot poach from our office anymore. Hal and Manny looked at the figures, but until we pick up a few more contracts, we can’t hire, plus we have to keep in mind we have men in San Antonio. We have to keep their positions open. Thank god for Hal and his calendars. At least this duty doesn’t take as long as it used to.

Phone rings. “Yo!”

“Yo.” Woody. “Look at the CO’s cameras.”

“No live monitoring.” I’m switching to the correct feed.

“I’m recording everything. You’ll thank me.”

I switch over and I immediately understand.

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One-Shot: The Grass is Green HERE

A/N: One-Shot Prompt from molly9429. 🙂 I hope I did it justice. Thanks!

Mary Lou’s POV

“Junior! Kenny! Drew!” I’m trying to remember where I put the keys and the directions to Steph’s rental. I’m thrilled she said we could have it for a week and, when I asked her how much, she said it was free. Lenny and I were stunned and grateful. Seriously. Steph doesn’t need to get us an anniversary present this year. This is enough.

“Boys! We’re leaving in three minutes. If you aren’t in the car, you’re staying with grandma,” Lenny yells. I finally find the directions, check the thermostat and the burners on the stove, and continue to search for the keys. The boys run past me at full speed and head to the car. They get into a fight about ‘shotgun’. Lenny orders them to the backseat. I ride shotgun. Always. Continue reading →