was galvanized into action. Adrenaline spiked into my system, and I catapulted myself off the couch into the intruder.
We were both caught by surprise, the two of us crashing into the coffee table, going down to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. And in an instant I was pinned beneath him, which was not an entirely unpleasant experience once I realized it was Ranger. We were groin to groin, chest to chest, with his hands locked around my wrists. A moment passed while we did nothing but breathe.
"Nice tackle, babe," he said. And then he kissed me. No doubt about the intention this time. Not the sort of kiss you'd give your cousin, for instance. More like the sort of kiss a man would give a woman when he wanted to rip her clothes off and give her a reason to sing the Hallelujah Chorus.
He deepened the kiss and ran his hands under my T-shirt, splaying them flat on my abdomen. Thank God I still had both of them! A rush of electric heat contracted my nipples.
My bedroom door cracked open and Grandma stuck her head out. "Is everything okay out here?"
Great. Now she wakes up!
"Yep. Everything's just fine," I said.
"Is that Ranger on top of you?"
"He was showing me a self-defense move."
"I wouldn't mind knowing some self-defense," Grandma said.
"Well, we were sort of finishing up here."
Ranger rolled off me, onto his back. "If she wasn't your grandmother I'd shoot her."
"Darn," Grandma said, "I always miss the good stuff."
I popped up onto my feet and adjusted my T-shirt. "You didn't miss much. I was just going to make some hot chocolate. Do you want some?"
"Sure," Grandma said. "I'll go get my bathrobe on."
Ranger looked up at me. It was dark in the room, with only a shaft of light coming from the open bedroom door. Still, it was light enough for me to see that his mouth was smiling but his eyes were serious. "Saved by the grandma."
"Do you want hot chocolate?"
He followed me out to the kitchen. "Pass."
I gave him the piece of paper with the house design on it. "Here's the diagram you wanted."
"Anything else you want to tell me?"
He knew about Alexander Ramos. "How do you know?"
"I've been watching the beach house. I saw you pick Ramos up."
I poured milk into two mugs and put them in the microwave. "What's the deal with him? He flagged me down to mooch a cigarette."
Ranger smiled. "You ever try to quit smoking?"
I shook my head.
"Then you wouldn't understand."
"Did you used to smoke?"
"I used to everything." He picked the motion detector off the counter and turned it over in his hand. "I noticed the broken security chain."
"You weren't my only visitor tonight."
"What happened?"
"A failure to appear broke into my apartment. I shot him in the foot, and he left."
"You must not have read the Bounty Hunter Handbook. We're supposed to catch the bad guys and drag their ass back to jail."
I mixed the cocoa into the hot milk. "Ramos wants me to return today. He offered me a job as his cigarette smuggler."
"That's not a job you want to accept. Alexander can be impulsive and erratic and paranoid. He's on medication, but he doesn't always take it. Hannibal's hired bodyguards to keep an eye on the old man, but he makes them look like amateurs. Sneaks out on them every chance he gets. There's a power struggle going on between him and Hannibal, and you don't want to get caught in the crossfire."
"Isn't this nice," Grandma said, shuffling into the kitchen, taking her mug of chocolate. "It's much more fun living with you. We never had men visiting in the middle of the night when I lived with your mother."
Ranger returned the alarm to the counter. "I have to go. Enjoy your hot chocolate."
I walked him to the door. "Is there anything else you want me to do? Check your mail? Water your plants?"
"My mail is being forwarded to my lawyer. And I'm watering my own plants."
"So, you feel safe in the Batcave?"
The corners of his mouth curved into the hint of a smile. He leaned forward and kissed me at the base of my neck, just above my T-shirt collar. "Sweet dreams."
Before he left, he said good-night to Grandma, who was still in the kitchen.
"What a nice, polite young man," Grandma said. "And he's got an excellent package."
I went straight to her closet, found the bottle of booze, and dumped some into my cocoa.
THE NEXT MORNING, Grandma