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hid a smile behind her hand, but didn’t bother to deny it. Erik knew her too well.
    “I’ve mostly been staying out of trouble. Or I haven’t been caught. Take your pick.”
     “I do carry restraints with me, you know.”  His smile broadened, and she felt her breath quicken. “If I needed to arrest you…I know how you could serve your time.”
    She felt a wave of warmth roll over her, and moisture rushed to the cleft between her legs. Her cheeks flushed, and she imagined herself naked, wrists tied, while Erik had his wicked way with her…
    Of course he’d see everything. Her fleshy thighs, her rounded belly, her plump arms…
    “So, why were you looking for me tonight? And at my mother’s house?” she asked hastily, to change the subject.
    He glanced up at the stairs to the left of the shop. “You live above the shop, right? Let me walk you up to your house and we’ll talk there.”
    Erik wants to come to my house? She thought, marveling.  Good lord…was there any possibility, the faintest possibility, that he…wanted to seduce her?
    Because she was so down with that. Sure, he was a cop, and sure, she was a quasi-criminal who sold semi-legal herbs under the counter and hung out with a very sketchy crew, but to see Erik Bloodstone? Naked? She’d magic her clothes off so fast…
    She followed him up the rusty metal stairway and pressed her palm against the protection rune on the side of her front door.  Erik frowned at it critically; it was far from the most expensive rune, but she couldn’t afford that kind of protection. It was good enough to stop the neighborhood lowlifes who might try to break in.
    Inside, the lights sprang on as they walked in. Colorful Oriental rugs were spread on the floor,  mismatched, brightly painted furniture scattered throughout, and the air was sweet with the scent of a thousand flowers. There were flowerpots on the floor, on shelves, on counters. Plants growing in jars and planters and cups and bowls.   Plants thrived anywhere that Fiona spent any time.
    “Do you want me to make you some tea?” Erik asked. “You should sit down. You had quite a scare back there.”
    “I’m fine,” Fiona insisted. “I’ve been in tighter spots.” That wasn’t true; that had been pretty damned close.
    Erik ignored her, rummaging through her kitchen cupboards, pulling out two coffee mugs and filling a teapot with hot water, which he then set on the stove.
    He looked so at home in her kitchen, and it felt so right to have him there, that it made her heart hurt. It made her yearn for impossible things.
    “Are you sure you’re all right?  I could take you to a doctor.”
    Fiona shook her head. “There are advantages to being a larger woman, Erik. We’re well padded.  And we bounce back quickly.”
    “You weren’t just making another fat joke at your own expense, were you? I might have to spank you next time you do that.” He smiled again, and poured tea into two cups.
    Fiona blushed. Why did he keep doing that? Had he always been this flirtatious?  She couldn’t remember; she hadn’t seen him in years…except in her fantasies.
    He set the tea down in front of her, and sat down at the small round kitchen table across from her.  She took a healthy sip of the raspberry tea, savoring its sweet warmth.
    “So, about why I came here tonight,” he said. “How would you like to make a thousand dollars?”
    Fiona’s choked on her tea. “I’m sorry, I…what?” Was he proposing what she thought he was proposing?
    And would she say yes?
    Sex with Erik, and a thousand dollars? Maybe…
    Erik threw back his head and roared with laughter. “That didn’t come out the way that I meant it to. You don’t have to do anything illegal or immoral for it…unless you want to.  I want to hire you as a paid consultant to help me investigate thefts down at the warehouse district. I can pay you five hundred up front, and the rest if we solve the case. Possibly even more; my understanding