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We weren’t done. Hell, no.

Why? I had no clue. Because a fixer only fucked.

I went into Hannah’s back office and found the security software on her desktop computer. After I erased some of the interior security footage so there wasn’t a porno of us out there in the wild, I’d send a–clothed–screenshot to Nitro. With her name and facial recognition, I’d know everything about her.

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FIONA

I hadsex with Mr. Suit with Sexy Forearms in a bookstore.

Dax.

I couldn’t believe I did that. Had I lost my mind? Gone into some… fugue? I didn’t evenlikethe guy, and I was well aware that he didn’t like me in return.

Yet the chemistry was insane. The sex was insane.

Dax might be insane, too. Leaving the scene of a crime, yelling at me for dealing with the armed robber. Spanking me for it.Who did that?

I was back at my vacation rental, fuming. Angry at myself. Obviously, seeing him a second time made me lose my mind. He drove me nuts. And drove me to orgasm.

God, he was skilled. Sexy. That scruff. Those eyes. Those fingers. Thatdick.

My pussy throbbed from it all.

“He’s working in aromance bookstore,” I said aloud, tossing the few clothes I’d pulled from my duffel right back in. “Him. What does he know about romance? Nothing! He had a gun on him. And hespankedme. That guy wouldn’t know candlelight if he set himself on fire.”

Why was I so mad? I had sex. Really good sex.

But it had been with a bossy, take charge guy. One who thought I needed to be told what to do and spanked my ass when I didn’t do as he wanted.

Ihatedmen like him.

I avoided them. Arrested them.

I didn’t sleep with them or have feelings for them or–

I groaned, ran my hand over the top of my head.

Except I did. I had feelings for Dax. I wasn’t sure what those feelings were, if it was interest or desire or the need to strangle him. Or all three.

That was why I was running. I didn’t need to be into a guy like him. I’d been hurt by so many men in the past. It was still happening. Neidermeyer and Trotter were two perfect–and most recent–examples of why men sucked.

A quick romp on the floor of a bookstore was one thing, but anything more than that was me being stupid.

My father had taught me that I couldn’t get attached to any man. Not because he was a loving father trying to steer me away from all the Mr. Wrongs out there and toward my Prince Charming. It was because he was an unloving, ruthless, and very dangerous narcissist who was the OG of breaking myheart. I knew better than to give my heart or any other part of me to anyone. Ever.

I’d been in Coal Springs a day. One day! Besides the cheesy rice and the orgasms, it had been a disaster.

Hannah wasn’t here. Why did she have to be on vacation for two weeks?

There was no way in hell I was hanging around her bookstore where she wasn’t and Dax was, seemingly running the place against his will, waiting for her to return.

I couldn’t hang out in this town with all theniceness. I might end up at Pops’ place giving up being a vegetarian and eating pot roast if I stuck around. I didn’t belong here.

I zipped my bag closed and headed for my car.

As I drove down Candy Cane Lane, two kids on bikes waved to me. Waved. I was a stranger. This place was like theTwilight Zone. After growing up in a mega-mansion avoiding or outright hiding from my father, Coal Springs with its bikes and cheesy rice was hard to comprehend.

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