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“Let me get that for you.”
I rolled my eyes. I was perfectly capable of getting a mug down on my own, but I wouldn’t argue with him. I wanted to keep my accommodations a little longer. I turned to him with a sweet smile. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. The coffee’s ready, just as you like it.”
“You’re too good to me.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist and bent down, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “I could be even better to you if you’d let me.”
I laughed as I internally grimaced. “Nolan, we’ve already talked about this.”
Groaning, he stepped back. “Yeah, I know. So, what’s on the agenda today? Are you off on another job?”
“Nope. I thought I would stay in today.”
His eyes lit up. “I could stay with you.”
“I’ll just be sleeping. That last job really took it out of me.”
“Yeah? How’s the breaking and entering business?”
“Slow,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “I need another big score.”
“I could find you one. I know lots of rich people.”
“It’s not just about the money. It’s the challenge. Most of the people you know keep their valuables on display. I need a real challenge.”
I carried my mug into the living room and sat down on the couch, pulling a blanket over my legs. It was cool outside and the fall air was permeating the walls. I loved it and hated it at the same time.
“So, tell me about the last job,” Nolan said, sitting down beside me.
“It was nothing special.”
“Who was he?”
“He was a former FBI agent,” I said, sticking to the truth as much as possible.
“Former FBI?” he asked, his eyebrows shooting up. “Did he need you to break into an office or something?”
“Nothing like that. I was the diversion while he pulled another job.” I wasn’t about to go into detail about the job. That’s how people got in trouble.
“So, when’s your next job?”
“I don’t have one lined up yet.”
I glanced at the table, noticing the magazines spread haphazardly across the surface. I tried to ignore it.
“Then I have you to myself for a while.”
Nolan struck it big a few years ago with the invention of the ass wiper. That wasn’t really what it was called. He came up with the name The Toilet Assistant. He wanted to name it something fancier than that, but studies showed that keeping the name simple was better. Apparently, not many people knew what a lavatory was.
He had them installed in every bathroom in his house, except for the one I used. I couldn’t handle a mechanical arm holding out a wipe and then cleaning my ass. But apparently, he had a huge market with the germaphobes.
“Anything new on the horizon with your business?”
He leaned back with a smile. If there was one thing Nolan loved, it was to talk about himself. I met him when I needed a plus one for a gallery opening. He was my alibi—not that he knew that at the time. But he was such a good date and so much fun that I decided to stick around. Here we were one year later, and I still couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye.
My eyes shot to the table again. I rubbed my hand on my thigh, trying to distract myself from the chaos on the table. I turned back to him, trying to pay attention to what he was saying, but those magazines were driving me crazy.
