He was never at home and Axel wanted to finish the job and get paid; it was one of several that were outstanding, and Alli, who had arranged it with the woman for the usual percentage, was getting on his case. He swerved across a couple of lanes and gave an uncaring finger to someone behind him who sounded a horn. Hell, the woman was a looker in spite of her tongue. Maybe he’d be tempted to offer her a deal on a discount in return for a consideration, or even the opportunity to settle up some other way? Axel Rútur grinned to himself and preened, looking in the Outlander’s rear-view mirror. He told himself he’d rather have the money, but he’d give the woman the option anyway. You never knew, she might jump at it. These hard-up single women with a bunch of kids could spring all kinds of surprises, and this one had clearly taken care to keep herself in shape. He wondered which gym she went to. His expert eye was sure those tight buns and trim figure owed something to dedicated exercise, and he deplored people who didn’t work out.
