Ranger's Fury - E.C. Land Page 0,5

to them being somewhat a part of the organization I’m trying to get into, I need them to think I’m nothing more than a party girl who works from home while spending her nights at every club possible.

It’s also a place I cringe at sleeping in. I like having nice things when I’m not having to suffer being in a rathole. It’s why my little ranch style house is kept nice when I’m not home. I have someone come in to clean it weekly to keep the dust away and another person handles my lawn as well; however, when I’m home I do all of this myself. My uncle, Trevor’s dad, he and my uncle Fury vetted each person who comes into my home when I’m not there. Trevor had even installed cameras for me. Ones that activate when I’m not home and stay on regardless of Sarah putting in a code for the security system. This helps us make sure no one fucks with my belongings.

With what I do you can never be too careful and I’m not about to put my back in a corner to be caught off guard. Learned that lesson a long time ago and I bear the scars to prove it.

Now having changed into one of my hoodies and a pair of black jeans matched with a pair of pink Converse, my ass is back in the passenger seat of Ranger’s truck. As he parks his truck, I try not to think of him as I jump out of my seat and storm off toward the main doors. When I say try not to think of him, I mean the fact he’d been in my house roaming around while I changed. I also mean the fact he’d had his hands on my body while lifting me up into his truck.

“Hold the hell on a minute,” Ranger snaps, hooking a finger in the back of my jeans. The heat of his skin searing into mine.

Don’t freak. Don’t freak. He’s just a man. Bleeds just like everyone else, meaning there’s nothing special about this man.

Yeah right.

He’s Ranger. Nothing about him is normal for me.

“Let go. I need to get inside,” I snap right back at him, glaring at him over my shoulder.

“I get you need to get inside. I do too, but you’re not going to fuckin’ jump out of my truck before I have it in park and you sure as hell are gonna lose the fuckin’ attitude with me.”

Is he serious right now?

“I don’t have an attitude,” I declare snidely.

“Bullshit, baby. You’ve got one hell of a chip on your shoulder and I for one am sick and fuckin’ tired of it. When you walk into that hospital, you’re gonna act like you fuckin’ care.”

“You think I don’t care?” I ask, jerking out of his hold.

“Know you do,” he nods, narrowing his gaze on me.

“You know nothing about me, you big jerk. None of you know a damn thing about me.”

“That’s because you have ice surrounding you to keep everyone at bay,” Ranger retorts, leaning forward so his face was in mine.

“Whatever,” I snap, stepping backward wanting away as far away from him as I could get.

“Tellin’ you now lose the attitude, or I will make you regret it when I get you back to my place.”

“You will not since I’m not going back to your place or anywhere else with you for that matter.”

“We’ll see about that,” Ranger grins and I swear to all that’s holy that grin was saying it all for him. Too bad I don’t know what all he means by it.

I don’t really have much experience with men. Well those that aren’t related to me in one way or another.

Shaking my head, I turn away from Ranger and walk as fast as I possibly could into the hospital. I try not to freak as Ranger puts his arm around my waist, holding me to him as I do so.

Ugh.

What do I do now?

Once inside and up to the floor we need, I stop just outside the elevator at the sight of all the people in the waiting area.

Holy shit on a stick. Do all these people have to be here? I mean I get it, there’s a baby on the way but couldn’t they come by let’s say after Tinsley’s had said baby.

Okay, so maybe I am a complete bitch, then again, I’m not one for wanting to be around a shit ton of people. I hate the idea