All Chapters of Rannigan's Redemption: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91: Unexpected Romantic DinnerMaggie stopped in the hallway, pausing to take a few deep breaths as she attempted to calm her pulse into something resembling normal. She pasted on what she hoped was a relaxed smile and returned to Bobby in the living room. "Um, Michael apparently overextended himself today. I think he's down for the night."Bobby looked concerned. "Do you want me to leave? We can do this another time when he's feeling better.""God, no! The food's already here," Maggie exclaimed. Bobby smiled wryly. "Oh, shit, that came out all sorts of wrong. I'm just flustered because dinner tonight was his idea. I know he's really grateful for your help. So am I, come to that." She smiled, genuinely this time. "Let's start again. Welcome."Bobby grinned boyishly, his blue eyes sparkling. "Thanks. I'm happy to be here." He handed her a glass of white wine and took one himself. "Here you go, cher." He touched his glass to hers. "Sante."Maggie giggled

Chapter 93: ConfessionBobby was waiting at the curb when Maggie arrived downstairs. The doorman helped her into the passenger side of the black Range Rover, carefully closing the door as she buckled her seat belt. Maggie felt the warmth as she sank back into the black leather seat. Note to self: If I ever get my own car, seat warmers are a must. She smiled shyly at Bobby."Where to?" he asked, grinning."I live in the East Village." She told him the address and he keyed it into his GPS.When a route popped up on the screen, he turned to her. "Does that look about right?""That will get us there," she answered. Bobby pulled out into traffic. Maggie glanced around the vehicle. "It must be convenient to have your own transportation. You're lucky to have a parking space.""Yeah, when I knew the apartment came with a parking space, I decided to drive myself from Texas rather than fly. It's nice to have the freedom of my own wheels.""You drove all the way from Texas?" She laug

Chapter 95: Things Are Heating UpBobby called Maggie late that evening. "How was your night, cher?""It was good," she answered. "You were the hit of the evening. I hope you didn't get in trouble."He laughed quietly. "Nah, I was just being folksy. They love that kind of thing.""How about you? How was your night?""They paid me to talk about baseball. How can I complain? Actually, I need to study up a little bit for some interviews I'm doing tomorrow. And I imagine you probably need to get to bed."Emboldened by the privacy of her apartment and her distance from him, Maggie smiled wryly. "Did you say you imagine me in bed?"His chuckle was low. "I imagine you in all sorts of places, cher."Maggie gasped as she felt a rush of heat that started between her legs and radiated throughout her body. "Well on that note, I'll say good night."Bobby chuckled again. "Good night, Maggie. Sweet dreams."Maggie fell asleep smiling and woke up on Monday morning the same way. Cautious

Chapter 97: What a Real Hero Looks LikeMaggie watched in awe as the scene unfolded before her. When the aircraft's rotors slowed to a stop, Bobby and Natalie approached the helicopter, a cameraman and a still photographer trailing along behind them. The door opened, and a man climbed out, turning to help a woman, a young girl, and a boy manage the gap between the doorway and the ground. Maggie couldn't hear what was said but she watched as Natalie spoke to the adults and shook their hands. Bobby then shook hands first with the man and then the woman and young girl before he dropped to one knee to shake hands with the boy. Even from her vantage point, Maggie could see the look of disbelief on the boy's face as he slowly reached out to take Bobby's hand while his parents encouraged him. Natalie gestured toward where Maggie was standing, and the group began to move in her direction."Everybody, this is Maggie," Bobby said when they approached where she stood watching. Maggie smil

Chapter 99: Michael's SaturdayIt was Saturday and Michael felt restless. He was feeling reasonably well and knew that within a few days he'd be feeling the effects of the next round of chemo.Maggie wasn't coming by. Not today. She and Beau were spending the day together. Michael didn't resent that in the least. He was making it his mission to see that Maggie was happy, and if that involved her falling in love with a retired baseball star, so be it. Even if she needed a little push.He smiled to himself recalling her apoplectic response to his abandoning her so that she and Beau had dinner alone last week. She likes him. Hopefully, they have a good day together.He tried to occupy himself with sports on television, but time and again he was drawn to his huge windows overlooking the city. He needed to get out, and while he felt well enough to do it. Donning a pair of jeans, a black Henley, and a worn brown leather jacket against the cold, he ventured out of his apartment for