Page 52 of Fiona and the Fixer

“I have an appointment I forgot about.”

“Dentist?” She shook her head. “No, proctologist. Hope they find what’s stuck up your ass.”

I glared. “For work,” I countered.

“What is it that you do again?” She tapped her chin. “That’s right, you’ve never told me. We’re dating now and I don’t even know.”

“We were going to talk about it over dinner,” I said, stalling.

“Now would work, too.”

Her sass made me want to kiss her until she forgot about being defiant.

“I repossess things.” I wasn’t used to answering this question. I didn’t let women stick around long enough for the need.

She frowned. “You’re a repo guy? Huh.”

Technically. I repossessed money, people, and other things.

She probably thought I collected people’s cars and TVs they didn’t finish paying for. I wasn’t going to change that perception.

“Huh? What does that mean?” I asked.

She shrugged. “I just pictured you doing something different.”

I frowned, then was immensely curious, even though this was a dangerous topic. “What do you see me doing?”

She studied me for a minute. “I’m not a profiler, but I’d say you don’t have a boss. No way could you handle being told what to do.”

That was reasonable.

“The other day you wore a suit that cost more than my mortgage… for probably the entire year.”

I did like nice suits.

“You carry a gun.”

Yes.

“Paid assassin.”

I froze. Every molecule in my body literally went into shock. Maybe sheshouldbe a profiler. Slowly, I smiled, thenwaved my hand. “You figured me out. I don’t see the handcuffs. You’re not arresting me.”

Another shrug. “I’m on vacation.”

Okay, time to extract myself from this. “I gotta go.”

She looked me over with surprise and doubt. “Seriously?”

I was used to lying. Fudging the truth. Taking fingers. Dealing with dead bodies. I could handle Fiona’s probing gaze. “Yup. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

She had a nonchalance about her that reminded me of Pancake. “Cool. I’ll eat Dottie’s dinner by myself.”

Yeah, just like Pancake. She didn’t care what I did and only wanted food.

“I’ll be back for that, sweetheart. In the meantime, make sure this place doesn’t burn down.”

She stared at me, her mouth dropping open. “What?”

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