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way through a room full of vampire
gangsters with her pack of police werewolves...
Fucking Agent Kenneth “I'm
Too Cool For My Badge” Ross is staring me down, rain on his
coat. He better not leave a pool.
“ Hello
sir, how can I help you today?”
You're still holding that
winning ticket, ya know.
“ Read
the newspaper yet?”
“ As
a matter of fact, I have it right here.” Pull it from where I
hid it. “And yes, I read the piece on the thief's death.”
“ There's
a reward on any information given about the man who killed him.”
He
didn't kill him. Well, maybe he did, but it was a chivalrous act, not some plain
ol' murder.
Like a knight without the
shiny armor because it's too tacky these days.
Sly guy doesn't give a damn.
“ I
saw that and, to be honest, now I wish I'd seen his face or anything
that could land me those twenty-five g's.”
His upper lip curves a bit,
not much though.
“ You
still have my card.”
“ I
do, sir.”
“ Very
well.” He gives a look around the empty shop. “Don't
hesitate to call me if you remember anything.”
“ I'll
be sure to pay my nearest police station a visit if anything comes
up.”
“ No.”
That sounded like he got kicked in the balls. “My office is
located somewhere else. I'd prefer you call me and then we can
arrange a meeting.”
Oooooookay. That's strange.
“ I'll
be sure to call then.”
He nods. He turns. He exits.
The wind chime quaking behind him.
I fumble. I stir. I find my
mouth's dry, agape.
Look down at the manuscript
and it's like Daphne's staring back at me.
Damn.
He's no ordinary agent then.
Fuck.
Maybe from some super secret
agency of sorts.
Crap.
Don't panic, whatever you
do, don't panic, just hold onto your towel and stick your thumb out.
Mop the wet floor to help
file the thoughts. Go back to that story only a wicked mind like
Daphne's could concoct.
Before I know it, it's
almost seven and there's a certain sexy ass superhero wearing a
leather jacket and scarf crossing my door.
He's left his umbrella to
drain near the entrance and is making his way to where I'm sitting.
And I can't help but think
this kind of thing doesn't happen to people like me.
Wait. Is that a tulip in his
hand?
“ You're
so suave.”
He snorts. “Can't I
make a nice gesture towards you and not have you rip it to pieces?”
I take the flower and the
kiss that follows.
“ I
love it. Thank you.”
He rolls his eyes. “Am
I too early?”
“ Just
in time.” I shut the manuscript in my hands.
“ Is
your mother here?”
“ Gave
her the day off to recover from the jet lag.”
He smiles again and my
insides turn to mush.
After ten minutes of
watching him browsing around the store while sending me naughty
winks, we're turning everything off, I'm swinging my backpack over my
shoulder, and he's holding the umbrella while I shut the door.
Something tells me to look
off to the side.
It's dark, but I can totally
see a car.
Is that a little silhouetto
of a man?
We lock the gate and start
for my car. Steven takes the backpack from my shoulder and I tense,
thinking he'll use his power somehow and it'll be seen and then
Secret Agent Man will come out of that car shouting for him to raise
his hands, gun drawn, badge hanging in the air, and I won't be able
to even scream.
He keeps me dry while I get
in the car.
Bless him.
I turn the key in the
ignition and look at my side mirror.
Now the light from the
lamppost hits the interior of the car.
Nope. No man inside.
Breathe again.
“ Everything
all right?” Steven asks once he's joined me inside dry land.
I hand him the tulip I've
been holding all this time and he takes the moment to take my hand
and kiss it.
“ More
than all right.”
Abso-fucking-lutely.
11
By the way he's conducting
himself, I can tell he hasn't read the papers.
Better for me.
He's all merry and bouncy
and oh so happy and I wouldn't change that for the world.
The skies are brewing up a
storm outside and I have
gangsters with her pack of police werewolves...
Fucking Agent Kenneth “I'm
Too Cool For My Badge” Ross is staring me down, rain on his
coat. He better not leave a pool.
“ Hello
sir, how can I help you today?”
You're still holding that
winning ticket, ya know.
“ Read
the newspaper yet?”
“ As
a matter of fact, I have it right here.” Pull it from where I
hid it. “And yes, I read the piece on the thief's death.”
“ There's
a reward on any information given about the man who killed him.”
He
didn't kill him. Well, maybe he did, but it was a chivalrous act, not some plain
ol' murder.
Like a knight without the
shiny armor because it's too tacky these days.
Sly guy doesn't give a damn.
“ I
saw that and, to be honest, now I wish I'd seen his face or anything
that could land me those twenty-five g's.”
His upper lip curves a bit,
not much though.
“ You
still have my card.”
“ I
do, sir.”
“ Very
well.” He gives a look around the empty shop. “Don't
hesitate to call me if you remember anything.”
“ I'll
be sure to pay my nearest police station a visit if anything comes
up.”
“ No.”
That sounded like he got kicked in the balls. “My office is
located somewhere else. I'd prefer you call me and then we can
arrange a meeting.”
Oooooookay. That's strange.
“ I'll
be sure to call then.”
He nods. He turns. He exits.
The wind chime quaking behind him.
I fumble. I stir. I find my
mouth's dry, agape.
Look down at the manuscript
and it's like Daphne's staring back at me.
Damn.
He's no ordinary agent then.
Fuck.
Maybe from some super secret
agency of sorts.
Crap.
Don't panic, whatever you
do, don't panic, just hold onto your towel and stick your thumb out.
Mop the wet floor to help
file the thoughts. Go back to that story only a wicked mind like
Daphne's could concoct.
Before I know it, it's
almost seven and there's a certain sexy ass superhero wearing a
leather jacket and scarf crossing my door.
He's left his umbrella to
drain near the entrance and is making his way to where I'm sitting.
And I can't help but think
this kind of thing doesn't happen to people like me.
Wait. Is that a tulip in his
hand?
“ You're
so suave.”
He snorts. “Can't I
make a nice gesture towards you and not have you rip it to pieces?”
I take the flower and the
kiss that follows.
“ I
love it. Thank you.”
He rolls his eyes. “Am
I too early?”
“ Just
in time.” I shut the manuscript in my hands.
“ Is
your mother here?”
“ Gave
her the day off to recover from the jet lag.”
He smiles again and my
insides turn to mush.
After ten minutes of
watching him browsing around the store while sending me naughty
winks, we're turning everything off, I'm swinging my backpack over my
shoulder, and he's holding the umbrella while I shut the door.
Something tells me to look
off to the side.
It's dark, but I can totally
see a car.
Is that a little silhouetto
of a man?
We lock the gate and start
for my car. Steven takes the backpack from my shoulder and I tense,
thinking he'll use his power somehow and it'll be seen and then
Secret Agent Man will come out of that car shouting for him to raise
his hands, gun drawn, badge hanging in the air, and I won't be able
to even scream.
He keeps me dry while I get
in the car.
Bless him.
I turn the key in the
ignition and look at my side mirror.
Now the light from the
lamppost hits the interior of the car.
Nope. No man inside.
Breathe again.
“ Everything
all right?” Steven asks once he's joined me inside dry land.
I hand him the tulip I've
been holding all this time and he takes the moment to take my hand
and kiss it.
“ More
than all right.”
Abso-fucking-lutely.
11
By the way he's conducting
himself, I can tell he hasn't read the papers.
Better for me.
He's all merry and bouncy
and oh so happy and I wouldn't change that for the world.
The skies are brewing up a
storm outside and I have
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