Page 32 of Fiona and the Fixer

I couldn’t help but smile. Fuck, I hadn’t had this much fun in a while. She didn’t shoot me, so the chances of doing something like we did earlier, but with a bed, held promise.

“Why’d you rush out?” I asked her when I joined her in the other room.

She spun around, the microwave counting down from thirty by her head, and leaned against the counter. “Because we had sex in the middle of abookstore.” She studied me. “You don’t seem like much of a cuddler.”

“Neither do you.” I wouldn’t say she had ice in herveins, because I’d met some women who’d be classified as stone-cold bitches. Plus, I knew for a fact that Fiona ran hot. Real hot. No, she was… prickly. I was smart enough not to say that aloud, even though it seemed I got hard for prickly.

She shrugged. Definitely didn’t let people in easily.

“Nice place,” I said, looking around. It was a small house, updated. Two entry doors, easy access windows in the bedroom, over the kitchen sink, and in the laundry room. Smoke alarms were up to date. The locks on the doors were new and sturdy. But not sturdy enough to keep me out.

“It’s a vacation rental.”

The microwave dinged and she turned to pull a steaming plate from it. This was why I was here. To find out why an FBI agent wanted to fuck me on a bookstore floor.

Since Nitro told me the news, I had a shit ton of questions.

Was she investigating me?

Was she investigating Jack?

If so, why? There were years and years ofwhysshe could be looking into. Murder. Bribery. Removing body parts. Dumping dead bodies. The list was really fucking long.

But why now?

I’d already stewed on that and figured our meeting at the convenience store was by chance. She’d been there first. It wasn’t like she followed me up from Denver. It wasn’t like she knew a guy was going to try and rob the place. Was itanother coincidence we both ended up in Coal Springs? What about the bookstore?

She wasn’t in town for me.

It had to be Jack. Whatever it was she was looking into, it had to be old. Jack and I took care of Sal Reggiano over the summer so he could walk away from his hitman gig. The mafia guy was behind bars until his trial, or a plea deal. Either way, Jack had been on law enforcement’s side for that takedown. Plus, he hadn’t killed the guy.

I was out of ideas.

It was a good thing Jack was away on vacation where Fiona wouldn’t find him. I’d get the info I needed, and I’d fix the problem Jack didn’t even know he had.

No, I wasn’t going to kill her. I was going to see what her angle was and then perhaps let him know he and Hannah needed to relocate to a non-extradition country.

“You from out of town?” I probed.

“You broke into my place. Don’t you think I should be doing the asking?”

“Let’s just say I didn’t get enough of you earlier.” That was the truth. Hell, my balls had been telling me to track her ass down and fuck her again ever since I pulled out.

Her blue eyes held mine and there it was. The connection.

Fuck, she was pretty. Not fancy, but not a Colorado granola chick who didn’t shave her armpits either. What was the word?

Effortless. Without trying, she was stunning. Also,without trying, she’d drawn me in like a trout to a mayfly lure.

That was why I wanted to cross the room and kiss her. Bend her over the center island. Was it a good idea to fuck the–possible–enemy?

She took the dish which appeared to be a mound of rice and grabbed a fork from a drawer by the dishwasher. Everything in this kitchen was white. Cabinets, counters, appliances. It was clean and bright and… cheery. Then she pulled out a–white–stool and sat at the island.

“Fine. I’m from Denver.”

Good, not a lie.

She forked some rice into her mouth. The scent of it hit me. Fuck, that smelled good. Cheesy.

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