One Day Fiance

It’s honestly fascinating, though I feel so outside of that type of existence.

I take a sip before setting my cup down with the coffee shop’s logo facing the street and then subtly watch as a man at the bus stop across the street gets up to head to the shop. He enters, orders, and comes over to sit down next to me. Taking a sip of his drink, he groans. “Getting so hot out there, I’m going to have to switch to some vanilla iced latte shit like I’m a sorority girl named Madison.”

“Nah, black coffee only. No substitutes.”

All the proper security protocols complete, Hunter gives me a glance. “Wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon, Connor.”

We’ve traded code and counter code, so he’s able to speak more freely, though we’re still, and always, aware of our surroundings. There’s a reason we use this particular chain of coffee shops for these meetings. They like to use polarized windows for privacy, which give us not only a view of the outside but ghostly reflections of the shop around us.

“Couldn’t be helped. I need your input on something.”

Hunter looks at me in surprise, his brows jumping up before they furrow. “My input?”

I grunt, thinking maybe I shouldn’t have called for this meet and greet. But more than being a resource that provides me with a place to stay when I need to lie low and occasionally help me with gigs when it’s a two-man job, Hunter is about the closest thing I have to a friend. And though this is well beyond the scope of our usual conversations, I’m hoping he’ll be a good sounding board and help me think with my head instead of my dick.

He recovers his usually stoic expression and offers a second run at a reaction. “What do you have? Hit me with it.”

That’s more in line with what I expected him to say, but I take a slow sip of my coffee, enjoying making him wait. “I met someone.”

His insulated cup claps against the Formica bar top, his eyes going wide as he stares at me in shock. “You what?”

“It gets worse.” I look out the window, purposefully focusing outside because I don’t want to see the reflection of his reaction. I already know what it’s going to be, anyway. “I met her on a job. The dinner.”

“Son of a bitch, Connor,” he hisses, sounding not only angry but disappointed. “You fucking know better than to do shit like that! What does she know?”

“Nothing,” I sigh. “Remember I told you there were some complications?” In my peripheral vision, I see him nod. “She’s one of them. I needed a bag and grabbed the closest one I could remember. It was hers, and I didn’t know it, but her laptop was in it.”

“So what? She can cry it out and go buy a new one. Or you can make a secret donation if you feel that guilty,” Hunter says coldly. “There’s no going back.”

“She’s my neighbor. She knows it was me.”

Hunter sits up straight at that, facing me fully after looking around the room. I know he sees what I see . . . every exit, every person having their mid-morning caffeine hit, and every risk factor in the room. But as far as danger goes, there are only two possible threats . . . him and me.

“You’re serious.”

“Dead fucking serious,” I tell him. “You put me right next door to her.”

“Fuck me. Of all the . . .” Hunter trails off, pinching the bridge of his nose. But he recovers quickly. “Well, what does she really know?”

“Nothing about the job. She thinks I’m a petty thief who stole her laptop, that’s it,” I reply, and Hunter relaxes a hair. “But I need it back. It’s got something on it she needs.”

I’ll give this to him. Hunter doesn’t ask what or question what I’m thinking further. He just focuses on the important matter at hand. “Where is it?”

“I gave it to JP. He said he was gonna give it to his kid.”

Hunter laughs darkly.

“I need a meeting with JP. Tomorrow. Anywhere, anytime. I need to talk to him, and you’re the only person I know who might be able to make that happen.”

Hunter scoffs. “That’s not how this works and you fucking know it. JP calls you. It doesn’t work the other way around.”

“Make it work,” I warn Hunter evenly, draining the rest of my coffee. “Or I’ll track him down myself.”

Hunter stares at me, taking my measure. “You’ve been doing shit for JP for months, working your way up. And you’re willing to throw away a shot at the big leagues for some piece of ass.”

I stand, my boots thumping loudly on the floor. For reasons I don’t understand, and really don’t want to understand, my hand is around Hunter’s neck in an instant to stop him from saying anything else about Poppy. Deep in my gut, I know one thing for sure—if Hunter says one more insulting word about her, I’ll kill him right fucking here. He can draw his last breath among the spilled remains of his coffee, for all I care.