Page 36 of Fiona and the Fixer

Dax stood. “Boyfriend. I’m Fiona’s man.”

What the what?

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Okay,maybe that was a dumb thing to say based on the way Fiona looked like she wanted to kill me with her bare hands. Knowing the way she handled a gun, even after a brain tumor, it wouldn’t be a surprise if she had ninja-like skills and could do it with a Vulcan death grip or something.

It was also dumb because Dottie, the mysterious and perky older woman who walked in the house as if she lived here, had a huge smile on her face. The kind that said she liked to see everyone partnered up in love.

As if.

I didn’t evenlikeFiona, and I was very confident, even after sharing cheesy rice, she hated my guts. Especially when she was riding my dick.

I didn’tdogirlfriends and now I gave myself one. I was an idiot, but Fiona made me fucking crazy. From the first time I laid eyes on her in the convenience store, she made me lose my mind.

She had a brain tumor. She worked for the FBI. She wanted to talk with Hannah. All of that told me she wasn’t an emotionless robot. When she let her guard down–and took her panties off–I got a glimpse of a different side of her. One I wanted to see again and again.

If I didn’t stake my claim somehow, she might bolt once more.

“I know you said you were hoping to meet someone…” Dottie looked to Fiona and let her words trail off as she set another covered dish on the counter. I had a strong feeling she was the source of the addictive rice leftovers and whatever was under the foil was going to be equally tasty.

Obviously, I hadn’t been part ofthatconversation. I wasn’t thrilled with the idea of her coming to Coal Springs on vacation to pick up a guy.

Although, that was exactly what she did with me. Practically flung herself at me in the bookstore. I’d barely defended myself from her attentions. Then I’d been left, dick out, on the floor.

“I guess it’s a good thing Scott has his head turned by Cammie Shoemaker,” she added.

I curled my hands into fists at my sides. “Who the hell is Scott?” I snapped.

Fiona leaned a hip against the counter and ignored me. “I came to town to meet Hannah Highcliff and um, met Dax at the bookstore.”

Yeah, wemet,and she’d left me on the floor with my dick out.

And that dick had brought me to her house for more. Besides the fact that she was the fucking FBI.

God, I’d had sex with an FBI agent. Jack would laugh so fucking hard.

Telling Dottie I was Fiona’s boyfriend might have been hazardous to my health, but it meant Fiona wasn’t going to be jumping any other men in stores around town. Like whoever Scott was. It also meant I could stick close to her. Yes, for sex, but anyone who worked for the FBI who came into my sphere, or the sphere of my friends–which meant Jack and Hannah–needed close supervision. Even if it was for the exact reason she said, to meet Hannah because of their shared past illnesses.

I highly, highly doubted Fiona would fake a fucking brain tumor as a way to get close to Hannah for something shady.

One thing I learned from my dad, Big Mike, was that if there was a threat or a danger, you kept an eye on that person. Keep them close. Fiona raised more red flags than a sailor doing semaphore for communication.

But she’d only shared after I broke into her house.

I was sticking to Fiona. A lifetime of not trusting anyone but Jack was exactly what had me telling Dottie I was Fiona’s boyfriend. I didn’t trust her.

Okay, so maybe I’d also dropped that little dating bombless because of Fiona being a possible threat to Hannah–since she was safely in Hawaii having lots of sex–but because I was obsessed with her. Her sass. Her aloof cat-like attitude. Her magical pussy. I wasn’t done with her. No fucking way.

Dottie eyed me once more. “You’re the man who ran the Happily Ever After earlier. My sister’s hairdresser heard from a client who took a yoga class this afternoon and got an earful. I have to say, you’re more handsome than they mentioned.”

I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not. “I’m filling in.”

“Yes, Elise had surgery. Aren’t you kind?” She came over, patted my bicep, then gave it a squeeze. “Oh my.”

Flicking my gaze to Fiona, I watched as she bit her lip. It was the second time today I felt like a… a piece of meat.

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