"Actually it's two islands, not just the one, but they're close enough together it doesn't matter.  You'll see ( Read more... )

The bike alone had been enough incentive for her to find him something unique for his birthday, but it was the diamonds and rubies that had set the bar impossibly high.

No matter.   Just meant she had to get creative.

The idea hit her when she was laying on the beach in the Caribbean inlet.  Barry did a little research for her, found a mark with a ( Read more... )

She opens the door for him and lets him precede her through into the expansive marble foyer of a fantastically huge house. Their footsteps ring in the empty space.

"Right this way, sir. There are cocktails waiting by the pool." She waggles her eyebrows at him.

She packed a small bag with a handful of bikinis (the ones he'd bought her in Miami), and some toiletries.  She picked three of the gorgeous dresses he' d helped her pick out and threw them in her garment bag, along with the appropriate shoes.  Quick, easy, light.  (The 9mm goes in the outside of the bag, where she can get to it in a hurry.)

Her ( Read more... )

Sleep and Fiona had a longstanding tenuous relationship. Usually she was lucky to get six hours, and a late afternoon catnap. She'd slept better in the last few months than she had in the last decade, and she knew the reason why ( Read more... )

It's Sunday in Miami, and Fiona has just come into a divine little bit of luck.  She'd heard the container had been unclaimed for some time, she did a little research, thinking it might be antiques or something similarly lucrative, but she never expected the beautiful long tail, pre-war Mercedes that emerged, dusty for certain, but by no means ( Read more... )

Fiona bought charcoal, steaks, beer, and the stuff to make mojitos. She showered and picked out her favourite sunflower yellow sundress ( Read more... )

After he'd changed back, she'd come home and dumped the duffle back in the wardrobe.  She's numb, blown apart.  She just wants a long hot bath and a twelve hour nap.

But presumably he'll come up after he's had time to talk to X, maybe with dinner.

Which means she's dressed and anxiously awaiting the knock at the door.

He pulls back to give her room to open the door but you can bet everything you have that his hands are on her ass the second she turns to put the key in the lock ( Read more... )

She returns to find him gone.  Of course.  Which possibly explains Bill's agitation when he left her.  Without the gun.

She leaves the door open, and flips on the stereo, thumbs it over to a hard pounding club mix, and starts tidying.

She is Not Happy.