Rannigan's Redemption のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Chapter 82: Michael's NeighborMaggie strode purposefully across the lobby of Michael's building. It had been a shit week and knowing that she had to work all weekend to make up for what she'd missed, all she wanted to do was to check in on Michael, deliver his soup, and head home to a nice hot bath and a large glass of wine. Ahead of her, a man was just stepping into the elevator and she increased her pace, hoping to make it before the doors closed. He turned, and their eyes met just as the doors slid shut."Well, shit!" she muttered, juggling her purse, her briefcase, and the bag from the deli. Just then the doors slid back open."Sorry about that," the man said, "I didn't realize you were right behind me." He held open the door as she stepped in and turned around. "What floor?"Maggie glanced up at him. He was tall with broad shoulders, muscular without being muscle-bound, with wavy brown hair and sparkling blue eyes framed by the longest lashes she'd ever seen on a man. She

Chapter 84: Drifting ThoughtsThroughout the following day, Maggie had trouble concentrating on her work. Her thoughts kept drifting to Bobby. She pictured his broad shoulders and tall frame, his wavy brown hair, the clear blue eyes with those long lashes…that heat-inspiring lopsided grin. He's amazingly attractive in a masculine, blue-collar sort of way. Which is weird, being that he lives in Michael's building. Anybody living there must have money. He seems so laid-back and casual. He said he'd only been there a few months, hadn't even unpacked. Where did he come from? She thought about his slight drawl, the way he'd called her cher. She felt her lips curl in a smile. Bobby was…a very interesting development.For whom I have absolutely no time. She frowned. Work is crazy, add to that playing nursemaid to Michael. Not that she minded. Not really. He had no one else. Of course, that was his own fault. But when he'd shown up on her doorstep that night, she hadn't been

Chapter 86: A Long Day Just Got LongerMaggie glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only 10:30 and she'd been interviewing witnesses for three hours. This was going to be a long day. One witness had just finished and the next one was being called when she was startled by the buzzing of her phone. Checking it quickly, she saw that it was Michael. Dammit, Michael, I told you to text and not call. She pressed the ignore button and reviewed her notes for this next witness. Seconds later her phone buzzed again. "Shit," she swore softly, "I'm sorry, Rance. I've got to take this. I'll just be a second."She stalked into the hall and found a quiet corner, stabbing the green button on her screen. "What the fuck, Michael?! I told you not to call me today. I'm in the middle of about a million depositions. I said text, don't call.""Uh, sorry Maggie," said an unfamiliar voice. "This is Bobby. I didn't mean to bother you. I just wanted to let you know they're taking Michael to

Chapter 88: This is Not HappeningMichael's 'against medical advice' release from the hospital took a couple of hours by the time the doctor performed one final examination and all the paperwork was completed. They were given a stack of information that Maggie read on the cab ride back to Michael's apartment. "This settles it," she said waving the pamphlets at him. "Tomorrow I'm shopping for organic everything for you. It's so much healthier. I'll put together meals to keep in the freezer, and you can pull them out one at a time and microwave them." Thank God tomorrow's Saturday."You really don't have to do all that, Mags," Michael said. "I know it's a lot. I'm feeling stronger. Maybe you can come by every couple of days instead of every day. At least until I get my next round of chemo."Maggie shook her head. "We'll see," she said.They rode in silence for a few blocks. Michael looked grimly thoughtful. "Do you think this is my punishment?"She craned around to look at

Chapter 90: Wear Something PrettyMaggie did something completely out of character when she got home that night. She intentionally tuned her television to sports. There sat Bobby discussing baseball with a handful of other guys, the disassociation of television doing nothing to diminish the blue of his eyes or the sexy lilt of his voice. Now that she knew about the subtle Cajun accent, she couldn't not hear it. There was no stopping the smile as it spread across her face.Bobby was dressed in a charcoal suit with a blue shirt and a coordinating tie as he chatted and laughed with his colleagues. Maggie watched in fascination. He really is handsome. I've never seen him dressed up before. In her mind, she replayed their conversation in the hospital cafeteria and she groaned miserably. He has to think I'm an absolute idiot. If he doesn't think I'm just a bitch. "I'll have to apologize when I see him, that's all there is to it," she said aloud.The next morning, Maggie got up ea