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			<description><![CDATA[ They kept him pretty heavily sedated for the first week. After everything stopped bleeding and swelling they had a better idea of what the long-term damage was
going to be. The bullet near his spine had turned out to be a lot less scary than the other two. His shoulder wound had been repaired well and would require a
lot of physical therapy. The third bullet had nicked a bunch of stuff, including his spleen, liver, and bowel and was the reason he had nearly bled out.
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			<description><![CDATA[ The day my husband died was pretty normal unless you count a bunch of bounty hunters going to a prenatal appointment for two pregnant women who shared a baby
daddy who was married to their boss.
<br>
<br>
It was a hot, sticky morning and the city was stumbling along as usual. Ranger was in a good mood, taking the razzing he was getting from his men about the
pregnancies.
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Tank was teasing him about baby scrapbooks as we walked into the convenience store for orange juice and... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Everything should have been chaotic but it really wasn&#39;t. There were a ton of details to take care of but they all seemed easy to deal with.
<br>
<br>
The house in Miami only needed Della&#39;s room customized and the nursery designed. The kitchen was already fabulous and the rest I just didn&#39;t care
about. There were things I was going to take to Miami from my place, like my maps, but most of the stuff was just stuff. I wanted to keep my condo in Vegas so
I looked into arranging for a... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Ranger had a grin on his face the rest of the day. Everyone kept congratulating him about his super human accomplishment. The festivities continued at dinner,
where every woman in the place felt the need to kiss and hug my husband.
<br>
<br>
&quot;You&#39;re a lucky woman,&quot; a perky little blonde told Bean. &quot;Him and twins!&quot;
<br>
<br>
&quot;She&#39;s got two. I&#39;ve only got one of his,&quot; Bean corrected as she pointed to Mason. That totally confused the blonde.
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<br>... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Mason went in for her procedure when Bean was eight weeks along. She was vastly disappointed that she didn&#39;t get to hump Ranger. I was starting to get
offended that no one wanted to hump me.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Wanna watch him jack off?&quot; I offered. &quot;You&#39;ll totally orgasm without him even touching you.&quot; The technician looked interested.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Uh, no,&quot; Ranger denied. &quot;I will, however, buy her shoes to make up for the lack of sex.&quot; Mason squealed.... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 17:06:32 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ We lay in the hammock until the sun went down. Then he ordered food from our favorite take out restaurant and I went for a swim. When I got out he was waiting
with the food.
<br>
<br>
&quot;You look like you have something to say,&quot; I said as he handed me a glass of champagne.
<br>
<br>
&quot;I&#39;m starting to think this baby stuff isn&#39;t a good idea right now. I&#39;m worried that your head isn&#39;t in the game at work and you&#39;re
going to get hurt trying to keep all the balls... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ I was going through my messages the next morning when I listened to one from my fertility doctor. I called back immediately. There was a frustrating five
minute wait until she popped on. I was only slightly embarrassed that I&#39;d been singing along with the REO Speedwagon song that had been playing.
<br>
<br>
&quot;We have embryos! Fifteen! He&#39;s got awesome sperm. Those little suckers jumped on your eggs like white on rice.&quot;
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&quot;We do? Fifteen?&quot; I stammered, nearly... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Once I was legally bound to him in all ways, we started discussing kids again. I was really sort of surprised by how serious he was and how quickly he wanted
to start trying.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Is that okay with you? That I want to do it this fast?&quot; he asked as he watched me prepare dinner.
<br>
<br>
I&#39;d gotten into cooking again since there were always a small cluster of his men and his friends around. They spent the night, they ate with us, they tried
to wander into the shower with... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ The second we walked back into the Mirror Ranger got shit from everyone. It was an endless series of jokes, gags, and props. I laughed my ass off, especially
when they gave him a short veil to wear.
<br>
<br>
&quot;How did you become the girl?&quot; I asked with a giggle as I arranged the netting and the tiara.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Don&#39;t get any ideas about a strap on,&quot; he said. I laughed outright.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Poor baby.&quot;
<br>
<br>
&quot;Does this mean I don&#39;t get to touch... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ I had nightmares that night about Isla showing up at my big, huge, beautiful wedding and announcing that she and Ranger had never really gotten divorced. I
made him show me his final set of divorce papers the next morning before I&#39;d go anywhere near his dick. He laughed so much at my paranoia that it almost
made the threat worthless.
<br>
<br>
My day was pretty normal until Mason tried to kill me. I had finished with my trainer and was going to take a shower when I paused in her office to... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ He watched me get ready for my appointment with interest. I think he was impressed with my new beauty regimen and my thoroughness. Usually I only pay that much
attention to cleaning my guns or buying maps.
<br>
<br>
When I was done with my hair and make-up, I chose a ridiculously inadequate bra and equally silly pair of panties that had cost me four hundred for the pair.
He made an interested, happy noise.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Do you like it? Or not?&quot; I asked as I climbed onto his lap. I... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ I sent Ranger a text message when I got home. He called me a few minutes later.
<br>
<br>
&quot;So help me God, if you&#39;re not calling from Vegas,&quot; he started.
<br>
<br>
&quot;I&#39;m home,&quot; I interrupted.
<br>
<br>
&quot;I&#39;m not,&quot; he said cheerfully. &quot;I&#39;m in Los Angeles.&quot;
<br>
<br>
&quot;Of course you are,&quot; I groaned. He laughed.
<br>
<br>
&quot;I&#39;ll be home tomorrow,&quot; he promised.
<br>
<br>
&quot;I&#39;ll be here!&quot;
<br>
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&quot;You... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ My hometown had changed a lot geographically but it still felt like the same hellhole I&#39;d grown up in. I met with the lawyer, signed all the papers, and
was done with the whole thing for good. I had a big chunk of money that I didn&#39;t want as a bonus prize. When the check cleared I planned on giving it all
to a Las Vegas organization that helped save runaway kids.
<br>
<br>
I drove the rental car to the house I&#39;d grown up in. By the looks of it, no one had lived there in years. I... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ The birthday parties Mason and I threw were legendary. Once we threw one for a receptionist we really liked. I have the plane ticket stubs from Prague and
absolutely no recollection of ever being there. That was one of the better ones.
<br>
<br>
Then there was one we threw for Digger for the year he and Mason had started to date. Our group had started out at a strip club. We&#39;d ended up being asked
by a puzzled zoo keeper as to what we were doing feeding the lions in the middle of the... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ The next morning I woke with a hangover that had to qualify for some world record. I groped for my phone to call Bean and realized I didn&#39;t have a cell
phone anymore. I groaned and whimpered my way to the shower so I could do errands.
<br>
<br>
I bought a Blackberry and, for the hell of it, an iPhone. I was positive I&#39;d break it within the hour. Even though my Sidekick was technically a work
phone, they sucked all of my information from my account and dumped it into my Blackberry. I... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ read after you've read 31 ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ From chapter 32 until the end of the fic, <strong><u>nothing</u></strong> from any of the first two versions of the fic stays in.  
<br>
<br>
So if you have a version saved to your computer after this, it isn&#39;t Bounty. It&#39;s not my fic.
<br> ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ All Hell broke loose the next morning. Surprisingly, none of it was due to Mason or I! It was Tank and Bean. I was in the gym finishing up a short yoga routine
when the gym doors opened and Ranger shoved both of them inside.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Fix this,&quot; he ordered. I frowned. That man had left my bed with a smile on his face! Now he was all Darth Ranger!
<br>
<br>
&quot;Fix what?&quot; I asked, confused. &quot;What did they do?&quot;
<br>
<br>
&quot;She cheated on me!&quot; Tank yelled as... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Cheech and Chong had departed by the time I woke from my second nap of the day. I felt restless. It never failed that when I was too busy to sleep that&#39;s
all I wanted to do. Now I had the time and all I wanted to do was climb the walls.
<br>
<br>
I got up to try and take a walk. I hurt like hell. Every time I twisted a little wrong it sent a nasty jolt barreling through me. I forced myself from my room
to the room at the other end of the house.
<br>
<br>
Ranger came home and found me... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ &quot;I&#39;m pretty sure that wasn&#39;t a doctor&#39;s order,&quot; my nurse said dryly when she found us the next morning.
<br>
<br>
He&#39;d crawled into bed with me and kept me up half the night making me laugh with stories about The Gentlemen. Said bundle of trouble just blinked sleepily
at the nurse and then stretched like a big cat. She forgot her irritation.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Are you kidding? I&#39;m supposed to have him twice a day for the rest of my life,&quot; I yawned. He snickered... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ The brothers split Beverly&#39;s crew from Ranger&#39;s that week. They gave her the cases my team had been doing just two weeks before. I felt immense
gratification. It was fun to watch her react to it. She couldn&#39;t be pissed that she wasn&#39;t working with my man anymore but she wasn&#39;t thrilled to
be doing the grunt work.
<br>
<br>
I realized something that week. I was really happy. My job was amazing. My crew was happy. My friends were happy. I was completely in love with a man... ]]></description>

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