The Fixer by Helenkay Dimon

Author:Helenkay Dimon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2016-12-27T05:00:00+00:00

Emery rushed home after work that night. Her dad had insisted on coming over. She thought a neutral restaurant would be better, but he refused to lose the argument.

She slammed the door behind her and threw her bag down. The keys clanged as she threw them in the bowl on the table by the couch. Next came the kicking off of her heels, her favorite part of the day and why she usually wore sneakers to and from the metro. She’d been in too much of a hurry to get out of the office and home to clean up the apartment. She blamed Wren for that.

The night had been wilder than she expected. The man knew how to use his tongue. Mercy. She didn’t have a single regret about what happened when her underwear came off, except for that whisper of frustration that came in wishing he’d stayed. That he would have let go of some of his control and let her take the lead.

But enjoying that side of Wren and not being embarrassed about how much she enjoyed the hours didn’t mean she wanted to accidentally announce what happened to her dad. That meant she needed to figure out where her clothes had landed as Wren undressed her last night.

She scurried around the space, sliding across the hardwood in her bare feet when she thought she saw a peek of blue under the bed.

“Got it.” She leaned down and snatched up her bra right as the doorbell rang.

Underwear. Underwear, underwear. She had no idea where the bikini underwear got to. She just had to hope they didn’t make a surprise appearance while Dad issued whatever lecture he planned on giving.

At the second set of rapid knocks, she got to the entry. A quick look through the peephole and she opened the door. Her father stood there in dress pants and a long-sleeved shirt without the sleeves rolled up, despite the sweat-inducing humidity. “Hi, Dad.”

He didn’t move. “You’re out of breath.”

Always the champion of fun conversation, her father didn’t disappoint this time either. “I just got home.”

She backed up so that he could pass in front of her. As usual, he glanced around her apartment with a look of confusion on his face. He had the whole furrowed-brow-sighing thing down. She never knew if it was the general look of just about to tip into chaos that upset him or the fact she rented, which he found financially irresponsible. Either way, him coming here only heightened an already tense situation.

His gaze fell on the stack of boxes. Her copies of all the material she could find about Tiffany’s case. “Is all this necessary?”

Emery sighed but somehow managed to keep the sound inside. “It’s easier to keep the material in boxes than spread it all over the floor.”

He sat down on the edge of the love seat. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“This topic got us into trouble just a few days ago.”

“That’s what I’m here to talk with you about.” He gestured toward the chair across from him.

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