Page 92 of Fiona and the Fixer

Man eating piranhas.

Then he spoke once more, but this time in a breathy whisper that he used when he was deep inside me and telling me dirty things in my ear.

Cheesy rice.

I was equally turned on and hungry as I texted him the two words. Then I heard him growl, then mutter.

Is that what I’m supposed to hear and report back or are you swearing aloud?

Then he said to me, even though he was probably a block away, “I believe you. We’re going to get donuts. Back soon.”

“What kind of donut do you like?” I asked Hannah.

“Um, maple.”

Get a maple and strawberry glazed with sprinkles.

“They’re getting donuts?” Hannah asked after she read the text.

I nodded, then set my phone down.

She started pacing and waving her arms. I refilled my coffee from the fresh pot.

“I can’t believe you can hear like that. I’m so excited! Jealous, too.”

I shook my head. “Don’t be. You have no idea how manypeople have sex and flush toilets until you can hear everything in a two block radius.”

She grimaced. “That must be–”

“You haven’t told her? Are you insane?” It was Jack’s voice, followed by a car door shutting. An engine starting.

I tried to focus on that, but Hannah said, “Toilets, yeah that–”

It might’ve been rude, but I shushed Hannah.

“I can’t tell her I’m a fixer,” Dax said. “She’s FBI.”

“She just proved she’s got fucking bionic hearing,” Jack replied. “I think she can handle you being a fixer.”

I gasped.

“What?” Hannah asked, looking around.

I waved her off and continued to listen–and stare at the microwave.

“Yeah, but she’s my latest job.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Jack asked.

I heard the click, click, click of a blinker.

“Max Pinter. Remember I got his son out of that drug bust?”

“Yeah.”

“These pickle people are his colleagues. Whatever. Fiona’s been snooping around the place and now they want me to get rid of her.”

“Who thehellare the pickle people? Have you heard yourself?”

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