“You do realizethat while we’ve dropped the big three words to each other, I still don’t know much about you,” Fiona said, content in my arms.
We were naked in bed, legs all tangled.
No one was bothering us. No one was after us. No one wanted us.
For the moment.
Her head was on my chest, and I had an arm wrapped around her and stroking her hair.
“What do you want to know?”
“Where do you live? Do you have a house? Apartment? 401k?”
Icouldn’t help but grin. “401k?”
She shrugged and her shoulder bumped my ribs. “What kind of retirement program is best for fixers?”
“The kind where I make a shit ton of money and don’t have to work.”
“Really? Like ever?”
“Like ever.”
“That’s a lot of money.”
“Do you want me to keep working?”
“As a fixer?”
“Not as one of Hannah’s employees,” I grumbled.
She laughed. “I’m gonna quit.”
I stilled.
“The FBI.”
I knew what she meant without that clarification.
“Oh?” I asked, trying to remain neutral. I knew pulling answers from her wasn’t the way to go. I had to let her offer them up.
She poked my ribs again with another shrug. “Dottie made me think about what I really want. I was so driven for so long to put my dad in jail, I didn’t know anything else. I was good at it, so I kept going. But it didn’t make me happy.”
“What do you want to be when you grow up, sweetheart?” I asked her.
She laughed. “I hear I have talent as a painter. I did win five whole dollars.”
I grinned and kissed the top of her head.
She shifted and I loosened my hold so she could move. I thought she was getting up, but it was only to straddle mywaist. I set my hands on her hips and looked up at her with sleepy, sated eyes. Gorgeously naked.
“You might have your bad guy retirement account, but I’ve got an entire trucking company paying me dividends.”
My fingers tightened momentarily on her hips. That meant she had a metric shit ton of money. More than I’d ever make with the most lucrative jobs.
“I’m thinking small town law enforcement.”
My eyes widened, then I laughed. She laughed.