Page 94 of Fiona and the Fixer

I nodded. “Yeah, they’re transporting it in the picklecontainers. I never got a chance to thank your parents for helping me, by the way.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Myparentshelped you? Are you sure you have the right people? Marcia and Bob?”

I offered her a huge fake smile. “You mean Mrs. Highcliff? And you don’t want to know what your dad was doing with a beaver.”

She bit her lip. “How did you get them to doanything?”

“I brought them potato salad.”

The confusion on her face lifted. “Okay, that’s totally my parents.”

“Your parents think Jack’s a mortician.”

She shook her head as she laughed. “Yeah, it’s hilarious and I don’t plan to tell them otherwise. But let’s circle back to Dax. You’re telling me he got a job from the pickle people to get rid of you because you did what?”

“Snooped.”

She glared, set her hands on her hips. “He told Jack he was in love with you. He can’t love you and do that.”

“Fucked and fucked over,” I muttered.

“I’m going to kill him. How dare he be a… a jerk!” Her cheeks got red and if smoke could come out of someone’s ears, it would be hers right now. “You said they were going to the donut shop?”

I nodded.

Her eyes narrowed and she looked pissed. Strangely, the air crackled with electricity, the hair on my arms standing on end.

“I’m going to teleport to Donut Delights and give him a piece of my mind.”

My eyes widened. I never, ever thought I’d hear that sentence. “What? Um…WHAT?”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then was gone. Poof.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” I shouted, but no one else was in the house to answer. BecauseHannah fucking teleported.She told me she could do it, but seeing was definitely believing.

After about ten seconds of blinking and trying to process what happened, I grabbed my purse and my keys and I was out the door. No supercool teleporting for me. I just got the stupid ability to hear annoying things, like Dax turning out to be a colossal dick.

I was out of here.

45

FIONA

I was cruisingdown Dreidel Drive when I saw Dottie. She was decked out in workout gear and speed walking down the sidewalk. Or walking as fast as Scooter would let her, because he was at her side, tongue lolling.

When I left the house, I slung my purse over my shoulder and was off. I had no idea where I was headed. I just needed out. I definitely didn’t need to have a showdown in a donut shop. I didn’t need any more gossip about me spreading through town.

Pregnant. Dax’s girlfriend. FBI agent. Talented pumpkin painter. Vegetarian. That was plenty and too much at the same time.

The second I saw Dottie, I pulled over instead of blowing right on by.

She saw me, then she smiled and waved, came over to the car. I rolled down the window.

When she saw my face, probably my hair and lack of makeup, she got serious. “What happened?”

“Men.”

She nodded, then opened the back door. “In Scooter.”

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