Page 84 of Fiona and the Fixer

“Come on, sweetheart,” I said softly, encouraging, but trying not to spook her. “You can do it.”

Please, do it.

A crooked smile tipped up the corner of her mouth and she came to me.

Took my hand.

Thank fuck.

I squeezed her fingers. Cupped her chin. “There’s my good girl.”

“I’m afraid,” she admitted, her gaze flicking away, then back.

“You?”

She nodded.

“Impossible.”

“I’m, um, supposed to meet Dottie at Twinkle Toes for a pedicure.”

My brows went up. “That is something to be afraid of.”

Now she grinned.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into me. Led–not dragged–her to the front of the store. “Come on, I’ll drop you off.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I wanna know what Dottie’s feeding us tonight.”

Fiona didn’t argue, because she was probably just as curious. “What about the… um, package I brought?”

“I put it in Hannah’s safe until we figure out what to do. I called my friend Jack. He’s Hannah’s boyfriend. They’re coming back early from their vacation to help.”

“Them? Why?”

“Because Jack and I used to work together.”

“Doing repo work?”

Shit, I had a lot of secrets, including the big one. Me. The fixer. And she was the job.

“Yeah, repo work.”

She’d understand when I told her the truth. Right?

41

FIONA

I was comfortably settledin a pedicure chair, my feet soaking in sudsy hot water. The massage feature was on, and little rollers were kneading my lower back.

“I see that smile,” Dottie said from her spot next to me. “Either you’ve never had a pedicure before, or Dax makes you happy.”

I rolled my head to the side to look at her. “Can it be both?”

I’d rather her think it was the pedicure chair than amazing sex though.

---