Page 2 of Enticing the Fixer

I blink and tune back into what’s going on in the room.

“Yes, Doll, I’m sure. I guess I’m getting boring in my old age.” Jax rebuffs the waitress, who walks off in a huff.

Before I can put my phone away, it buzzes. Jagger, my twin brother, left a voicemail message. I click on the unread message. “Hey, Bud, give me a call.” My brother’s voice fills my ear.

I dial his number and wait. After the third ring, the phone clicks. “Yep?”

“What’s up?” I lean back into the cushions.

“I have something to run past you.” Music blasts through the airwaves and then decreases in volume.

“Shoot.” I run a hand through my hair. If Jagger needs my help, it must be for something important.

“I have a friend on the police force who’s being set up by someone. Someone’s trying to make it look like he’s on the take.”

“Has he been kicked off the force?”

“He’s under investigation. He’s a good guy. His brother is one of the other agents at Truman’s Security.”

“Then, pull Truman in.” Truman is my brother’s boss

“I plan to, but before I broached Truman on the topic, I wanted to secure representation for him.”

I tap my fingertips on the wooden surface. “If I find out he’s dirty, he’s on his own.”

“Gotcha. And you know I feel the same way.” I have complete faith in my brother. “You, okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. You?”

“Yep.”

“Later.” I click off the line. Neither of us needs to describe what’s going on or how we’re dealing with our personal issues. That’s the twin bond. We know, and we’re both lying. He’s still messed up from his last military mission, and I’ve given up on relationships.

August purses his lips together. “At least it’s only another woman pretending you’re her boyfriend to get into the VIP room. And not another woman, who you’ve never slept with, claiming you knocked her up.”

I shove my cell phone back into my pocket.What did I miss?

“Well, you’ve dipped your wick in a lot of holes. Can you be sure you didn’t dally in that one?” I say with a smirk.

“Maybe it was a night when you got smashed. You know you make bad choices when you’re drunk.” Maverick grins.

“Fuck all of you.” August jumps up, and Maverick straightens his shoulders. August looks at Maverick and turns on his heel, marching over to the bartender. Smart move. Maverick is an ox.

“We’ve got a way with the ladies,” I say as I shove my bulging wallet into the back pocket of my Armani pants.

“I do.” Jax falls back into the empty chair he’d previously vacated. He searches the room. “Where did Tanya go?”

“Away.” Maverick’s jaw is tight, as if Tanya did something to piss him off while I was on the phone.

“Thank fuck.” Jax rolls his eyes. “She was hellbent on being my next mistake, and I’m not that big of an idiot.”

Hunter snorts. “What about that woman who dropped off those folded paper things at your house?”

Jax shudders. “I never had sex with her. She was nuts.” This Robyn chick dropped off plastic jewelry, handmade paper roses, and other origami shit on his doorstep.

“I’m getting out of here.” Maverick leans back in his chair as the smoke from his cigar swirls around him, making him look like a mafia boss. I’ve seen that look before in the mirror. He wants to escape, not head out to a club.

“Let’s get out of here.” I nod. I’m tired of all the phone calls and emails.

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