Page 9 of Fiona and the Fixer

Hell, no. He radiated danger. If he was on the wrong side of the law, he was doing extremely well for himself. The suit was custom and too expensive for a law enforcement salary. So was his haircut. Short on the sides, longer on top, but had a fade that was probably done in a place that gave those shaves with the hot towels. Except he never got one of those because he had very appealing scruff.

He wasn’t from around here. The only suit men in the mountains wore was a snow suit.

“Sorry,” I said, swallowing hard. I wasn’t exactly surewhat I was sorry for. Keeping the coffee hostage or ogling him. Because just looking at him made me want to drool. Okay, maybe Iwasactually drooling. I may have had a bit of a dry spell when it came to men, but this guy would turn any conscious woman’s panties to a raging inferno. It was definitely the eyes. Why the hell did men get the naturally long lashes? Or strong cheekbones? Since when was I drawn to a square jaw? Right, always. Or full lips. Lips that would kiss along my inner thigh and I’d feel the rasp of that few-days-old beard. A body that–

“Give me the money in the cash register.”

Interrupting my sexy times thoughts about the potent and intense guy in front of me, I heard the anxious voice from across the store. The man spoke quietly, as if he didn’t want anyone else in the place to know what was up. Still, I heard it clearly. Of course, I did.Shit.

“Nice and quiet now or I’ll have to shoot everyone in here,” the guy added, meaning he had a gun.

I sighed.

Fuck. Why me? Why now? Why did I have the shittiest luck?

An armed robbery?

Really? I had to stop it, of course. I couldn’t stand back here and keep drooling over the hot guy when someone was breaking the law.

The hot guy waved his hand back and forth in front of my face. “You okay there?”

I ignored him.

I also didn’t turn around. I knew the layout of the store.Main entrance directly behind me. Three rows of snacks and food between where I stood and the doors. Bathrooms to the right at the back. Cash counter twenty feet to my left. Glancing up, I looked into the mirror high on the wall that gave Pops a view of people in the far aisles. Like me and Mr. Suit.

It also meant I could see the counter in return. Pick up a slightly distorted view of a guy in a baggy t-shirt and jeans holding a gun on Pops.

Fortunately, the soda debate was still happening in the corner. They had no idea what was going on. Neither did Mr. Suit next to me.

“Um, can I have some, too?” he asked, referring to the coffee carafe I still held. The fact that he liked coffee only made him even more perfect. Too bad duty called.

I flicked my gaze from the mirror overhead to him. Shit, he was tall. Tall enough to be seen and shot. It would be a shame if anything happened to a man as handsome and sexy as him.

“Stay here and…” I set my free hand on his shoulder and pushed. “Get down.”

4

DAX

Get down?What did she–oh hell. I glanced up to where she’d been looking. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Fuck me.

In the surveillance mirror, I saw a guy with a gun at the counter. How had she known what was happening when I hadn’t? It was my job to deal with this shit. To know my surroundings, to–fine. I’d been staring at her like she was the prettiest fucking thing I’d ever seen. My dick had led me to her and stolen a shit ton of blood to my brain. Sue me.

I’d dealt with enough shit for one day and a pretty thing like her was a good distraction. I had two bodies in my trunk I still had to dispose of. I might need a nap, but I’d rather be awake in a bed with her and—wait…get down?

Why the hell wasshetellingmeto do that? Because thesexy-as-fuck woman was walking down the aisle toward the front of the store–in those ass-hugging jeans–and the guy with the fucking gun.

She’d zoned out there for a minute. I worried she was having a stroke or something. How had she known to look up at the security mirror to see what was going down?

And why was she headed right toward it?

Her.

A gorgeous woman holding a pot of coffee. There should be a calendar of that. Hot women holding coffee.

Shit, I needed help. And sex. With her. Just like I liked my coffee, hot and steamy. With cream. Oh, I’d make her cream.

Ten minutes ago, I decided to make a pit stop for coffee at one of the highway exits. I needed to refuel–me with caffeine, not my car. Coal Springs was still a few miles away, but I still needed to detour and find a steep cliff to ditch the bodies before I settled into the quiet, cat sitting lifestyle. Mountain ravines were great for never seeing someone again. Wild animals and the soon-to-come snowy weather at these higher elevations would do the job.

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