Page 107 of Fiona and the Fixer

I stared. I did. It was impossible not to because Hannah,tiny little thing that she was, just tossed a van over a cliff. So did Leather Jacket and Backup Singer.

It was there one second, the next, gone.

Hannah wiped her hands together and walked back to Jack. He pulled her into his hold and kissed the top of her head. “Fuck, that was hot.”

I looked to Dax. He wasn’t watching the impromptu strongman competition. He was watching me. His shoulders were tense, but the look in his eyes wasn’t filled with anger or frustration or any of the other angry glares he’d given me in the past, especially when dealing with gun-toting morons. It was something else. Like he was waiting for me.

This was his plan, but he was including me in it. Making me his partner.

“Now?” I asked him, tipping my head toward the bad guys. I was itching to take them down because they were idiots and annoying and I didn’t like having guns pointed at my man.

He grinned, swift and sexy. “Now, sweetheart.”

Finally!

He crossed his arms over his chest and watched as I took down the pickle people.

He didn’t get in my way. Didn’t take over. Didn’t even help.

I also didn’t sayget down.

We met in the middle.

I had to admit, when I finally got my hands on the pickleduo, it was too easy. They barely resisted because they were too stunned from the van being tossed. No, fromHannahtossing the van. When they were on the ground moaning and thrashing in pain from a shoulder dislocation–that was Leather Jacket–and a broken finger and busted knee–Backup Singer, two Coal Springs police cars pulled up, lights flashing.

I went to Dax, and he wrapped me in his arms. Kissed me.

“I’m proud of you, babycakes,” he said. His gaze was remarkably soft for what we just went through.

I grinned, pleased with us. “I’m proud of you, too. Are there, um, actually dead bodies down there?” I tipped my head toward the cliff. “‘Cause they’re going to be found when the DEA shows up to grab those drugs.”

“Worried about me?” he asked, running a finger along my cheek.

Was I? Yes. Did I care that he’d dumped dead bodies over a cliff? No.

“We make a good team,” I admitted.

“Ever think of working together?” Jack asked.

I stared at Dax. Dax stared at me. His eyebrow rose in silent question.

What would we be? Law abiding hitmen? Law breaking FBI agents?

I burst out laughing. So did he. And then he kissed me again.

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I had to admit,I lost my shit a little while there. The only thing keeping me from shooting these two and being done with it was that Fiona would have been pissed I took that task from her.

That made me sound whipped. Maybe I was.

It also could have been that I knew she had her gun on her and could take care of herself. But bullets made really big holes, and I loved her body just the way it was. So I circled back to freaking out.

Fortunately, Jack and Hannah had been where we planned. Like old times, he had my back. Unlike old times, we let our women take care of the bad guys.

We’d literally stood by and watched as they cleaned up.

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