Page 90 of Wildest Forever

“Yeah, just that Xavier...” I trail off and look behind me at the diner that is now in the distance.

“I think we could use him,” and I snap my head around, my eyes widening as we approach my office.

“What?” I ask, unlocking the door and pushing into it.

“Do you know what he used to do?” Riggs furrows his brows.

“No idea, this was my first meeting with him,” placing my keys on the desk, “and I don't think it was a very good first impression on his part.”

Riggs chuckles a little louder now.

“He does soften.”

I turn my lips down.

Riggs places his hat on the stand and then sits on the chair opposite my desk.

“Are you going to enlighten me?” I sit in my own chair, kicking my boots onto the hard surface as Riggs tosses my wrapped sandwich at me, catching it and shaking my head.

He looks at me through his lashes, a boyish smirk on his lips as he unwraps his sandwich then takes a bite.

He chews slowly and I swear I am about to throat punch him.

“Riggs,” I snap, brows etched into my skin.

“He was a fixer,” he takes another bite.

“A fixer?” I unwrap my own sandwich and my stomach grumbles.

“Yeah,” he glances his eyes down into his lap.

“What's a fixer?” and I can feel the agitation pricking at my skin and I know this is why Riggs is doing it.

“So, for example...” he pauses and reaches for his coffee, taking a mouthful, “when all of this went down with Clay, we could have called him, if we knew where the body was for example, then he would have just kind of... fixed it?” he lifts a shoulder. “From what Titus has explained, he was kind of like the clean-up guy... made it go away... no repercussions.”

Then it clicks.

“Ah,” I nod, knowing exactly what he means, taking a bite of my sandwich.

We chew in silence, our eyes locked on each other, a thousand thoughts whizzing between us without us having to say a single word.

Rolling my empty paper up, I toss it into the trash can that sits in the corner of my office.

“Shot,” Riggs nods, then winks as he rolls his own paper up and throws it blindly over his shoulder and sinking it in the trash can.

“Show off,” I roll my eyes and kick my legs down as I reach for my coffee.

“So,” I shuffle in my seat, “back to Xavier...”

“What about him?”

I roll my eyes.

“You think he can help with this?” I drum my fingers on the manilla folder on my desk.

“One hundred percent...” Riggs trails off his words then gives a heavy nod.

“Can you set up a meeting?” I ask quietly.

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