My client was kind enough to have his personal chef leave a few pre-cooked meals for us. While I unpacked, Fiona warmed up a batch of enchiladas for us, wearing nothing but one of my shirts. I was only wearing briefs, so it was a good fit. It was my preferred way for her to cook. The fact that my briefs never succeeded in hiding just how much I enjoyed the show made her happy. It was a win-win situation.

The next day, we explored the little tourist stores nearby. We ate lunch at a small restaurant on the beach. We walked along the boardwalk, holding hands, kissing on occasion, full out making out behind a set of public bathrooms and changing rooms. The perfect day.

And it had the perfect end, a repeat of the night before. 

Sunday, we spent the day sunbathing, just as Fiona requested. Without the bathing suits, just as I requested. I practically begged for a picture as I held her against my chest. At first, I thought it was because it was proof we were together. But no. It was because we weren’t exactly covered. I promised to be careful. I teased her a few times with not being zoomed in enough, but I did eventually get one of us. 

I thought I would have to make a deal with her to get her to take a picture of both of us, zoomed out. With my hands acting as the bikini top. Surprisingly, she agreed.

I failed to tell her when her finger slipped and hit the record button on my phone. By then, her eyes were closed, and the phone was tipping. I watched on the screen as my fingers worked her. When the phone tipped further down, I slid my fingers with it. She got a great shot of them sinking in and pumping. I double-checked later, and it recorded her sounds perfectly, as well. I now had a favorite video, and many favorite pictures that I cut from it.

Fiona had a contented smile on her face as we drove home that night. I took her straight up to her apartment and put her to bed. We didn’t sleep for hours, but we did eventually fall asleep.

As she was fading out, she mumbled, “thank you for the perfect weekend away, Dillan. I love you so much.”

I kissed the side of her head, finally putting a name to the feeling she always gave me. Love. Being with Fiona, thinking about Fiona, it filled me with love.

“I love you too, princess.”

She sighed contentedly and fell asleep in my arms. 

“Earth to Dillan!!” 

I blinked my eyes a few times and slapped the hand away that was flying around in front of my face. “Knock it off.”

“Oh, good, you haven’t completely checked out.” Jorge sighed, like that had been a legit concern. 

“Anything new?”

“Yes. Now that we are closer, I can get a better lock on the computer she is using.”

“She’s still on?”

“Yes and no. She has a program running, but she already has access to what she needs. My best guess, she is buying time for us to catch up to her.”

“What are you doing then?” The way his fingers were still moving, he was up to something.

“I am making use of a backdoor she opened for me into their database. And we aren’t talking the hotel database, we are talking Russian mafia database. They ticked off the wrong girl today.”

I snorted with only partial amusement. “They thought they did their homework but didn’t look deep enough.”

“Only thing I’ve never understood about Fiona is why she didn’t go rogue. She has the skills.”

I shook my head. “Fiona has the skills, and a little bit of the darkness in her. I think on some level, she works for the good side because she is afraid of what she could become if she didn’t. When she lets her guard down, there is more darkness hiding in there. She hides it well. She has always been the one to help people. To take care of them. Over time, she expanded that to include what she loves to do.”

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Anyhoo, I’m collecting all the stuff I can on the Russians, anything that can be used against them. With Fiona’s help I’ve already been able to send proof to the Italians about Ivan’s plan. He’s got someone on the inside there as well. This wasn’t a whim of his.”

“And the rest?”