About The Fixer:He’s known only as Wren. A wealthy, dangerously secretive man, he specializes in making problems disappear. A professional fixer, Wren hides a dark past, but his privacy is shattered when Emery Finn seeks him out—and what she wants from him is very personal. Some people disappear against their will. Emery’s job is to find them and bring closure. Wren is the only person who can help solve Emery’s own personal mystery: the long-ago disappearance of her cousin. Just tracking down the sexy, brooding Wren is difficult enough. Resisting her body’s response to him will prove completely impossible. Anonymity is essential to Wren’s success, yet drawn by Emery’s loyalty and sensuality, he’s pulled out of the shadows. But her digging is getting noticed by the wrong people. And as the clues start to point to someone terrifyingly close, Wren will have to put his haunted past aside to protect the woman he loves.
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He felt a presence looming next to him. His head shot up and he looked right into Emery’s big brown eyes. He beat back the need to blink. She’d snuck up on him, which was not something that happened . . . ever.
She held out her hand. “Here.”
He looked at the white cup with the name Brian scrawled on the side and tried to figure out the chances she planned on poisoning him. “What is it?”
She shook it at him. “Black coffee. You seem like a nothing-fancy, no-sugar kind of guy.”
Right on the first try. Not bad for a woman he’d met all of three times.
He took the coffee and followed her to the small bistro table in the back. Took the seat by the wall. She didn’t seem nervous or upset, and he had no idea what to make of that.
“I feel like you’re trying to tell me something,” he said.
“If I want to tell you something, I will.” She looked two seconds away from rolling her eyes.
She also looked a bit too sexy for his peace of mind. Not that she put on a lot of make-up or pulled out a fancy dress. No, she wore a khaki-colored pantsuit with a pink shirt. Something about the shade lit up her face. The bounce in her walk, the hair around her shoulders, the smirk when she got the drop on him and handed over the coffee. She appealed to him in a raw want-to-abandon-his-responsibilities kind of way, which was just about the last thing he needed.
She sat there and toyed with her cup. Spun it around between her palms as she watched him. “Why are you here?”
He thought about coming up with an excuse but abandoned the idea. Emery didn’t strike him as the type to buy nonsense talk. “I realized that the last few times we met I may have acted a little—”
“Arrogant. Annoying. Dickish.”
She seemed to have those descriptions ready to go. He preferred to use one of his own. “Bossy.”
“Wow, that wasn’t even in my top ten, even though it fits.” She shifted her chair to the right when someone pushed past her on the way to the bathroom. “I like my list better.”
He didn’t doubt that. “I’m not normally one who goes back and rethinks his actions.”
“Are you one who apologizes?”
She sounded serious, so he gave her an honest answer. “Hardly.”