Playing with Fire: A Magical Romantic Comedy (with a body count) by R.J. Blain

Author:R.J. Blain [Blain, R.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pen & Page Publishing
Published: 2017-01-29T18:30:00+00:00

Fifteen

Why are you wearing my clothes, Quinn?

Quinn left me at Perky’s desk long enough to change his clothes. When he returned, he had stolen my outfit. I looked down at my white top, leather jacket, and jeans the Plaza had delivered to replace my ruined clothes.

Ah-ha. Mystery solved. Quinn had been the one behind the clothes.

The sneaky bastard was probably responsible for the dress and lace lingerie, too. Sneaky, sneaky, sneaky. I’d have to reward him for his cunning later.

But first, I needed to rib the devious police chief. “Why are you wearing my clothes, Quinn?”

“You looked so good in yours I had to see if I could compare.”

And the round went to him. Spluttering, I turned to Perky and pointed at the smug police chief. “I think he’s defective. Has he ever seen my face, Perky?” I tapped my cheek to point out my scars. “Ain’t nothing pretty about this package.”

Perky laughed. “The scars look like cute little freckles, and you’re surprisingly pretty when you smile. That said, I’m going to have to side with you on this one. Chief, you don’t have to do anything to be pretty.”

In Quinn’s sigh, I heard the worn patience of a man near the end of his rope. One or two more yanks wouldn’t hurt anything, right? I flashed the cops my best smile. “He’s so much sexier in that jacket than I am. How much do you think I’d get for him if I put him up for auction?”

Perky’s laugh promised trouble for someone. “You’d get a lot more for him if you got him out of his jacket and dumped some water all over him.”

“You’re right. I would.”

“Gardener.”

I needed more of that growl. “People are going to ask if I’m your ugly sister or something. Then the men are going to start hitting on me so their sisters might get a chance to have you.”

“Gardener!”

Score. “That’s punishment for that travesty you named Suzy in the break room. Who uses such a cheap pathetic coffee maker in such a nice place?”

“Hear, hear!” the cops cheered. Then, a chaotic chorus of catcalls filled the station.

“Down with Suzy!”

“Can we keep the barista full time?”

“Hey, Gardener! You can come home with me anytime.”

I blinked since the last comment had come from one of the women. “You just want me for my coffee, don’t you.”

“Don’t forget to bring the dust. Your dust is the best.”

With my certifications, I could contact a supplier and put in a few orders for dust. Happy cops made for a happy city, right? Maybe if I got Quinn happy enough, he’d keep me happy.

“I don’t like that look on your face, Gardener. You’re scheming something.”

Damn it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Chief Quinn. We need to go to the bank and deal with Suzy. Now.”

Quinn sighed. “Is your SUV here today, Perkins?”

“For the honor of watching Gardener kill Suzy so we can have good coffee, I would love to drive you around in my SUV, Chief Quinn.”

“Why do

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