“Oh, Jimmy,” she said, running a hand across his shaven cheek, “It’s too bad I’m not your type.”
He offered up a laugh despite what would next come out of his mouth. “Considering how the men you sleep with end up, I’m fine with our present relationship. Oh, and you can make that check out to Jimmy McSwain Investigations?”
“A true mercenary after my own heart.”
“And only that,” he said.
She kissed him anyway. “Thank you, Jimmy. My life, it’s in your hands.”
* * * *
Jimmy left Serena’s with a weight of responsibility and a check burning in his pocket, the highest retainer he’d ever received in his six years working as a private investigator. A successful end to the case would bring him a heftier payday, one that would give him a rare bit of financial security. He worked case by case, l
