Throughout the day I busied myself by putting my house together. It was nothing I hadn't done many times before, but this time I knew it would be for a while. I'd already been over to talk with Evelyn and she said they were thrilled with Tyler, other than the fire thing. I had waited until I saw Jack leave with this brothers before I went over, call me crazy, but I wasn't sure about that boy. Maybe watching him from afar was better. Saint Evelyn certainly didn't want me to be far from him. During our chat she had suggested that he show me the sights in the neighborhood. I'd already seen them, but if it would keep them all happy and the squirt safe I could do it again.

She pounced on my affirmative answer and quickly began planning a whole evening for the two of us. I tried to interrupt to tell her that I didn't have that much time, but she wouldn't hear a word of it. "If you don't have time you can make time," was a phrase thrown around quite a bit. Finally, I crumbled under her browbeating. "Alright Evelyn, but I can't promise anything." She smiled and twirled one white-blonde curl around her index finger, "Maybe your mouth can't, but your eyes are telling a different story."

My jaw fell open, and I started to protest when Evelyn and I heard the boys come in. They weren't exactly quiet. Bobby thundered into the kitchen where we were sitting and plopped down next to Evelyn. "Hey Ma. Hi sweet cheeks, good to see that you've got all your clothes on." I smirked at him, but didn't say anything. I didn't need to. Angel put in his two cents, "Man, I like her better without the clothes. Don't know what you're thinking. Maybe Jack ain't the fairy after all."

Bobby snorted in Angel's general direction, "Man why would I wanna see Jackie's girl naked? She's so skinny she ain't hardly got nothing to see anyway." I couldn't really be upset that Bobby didn't want to see me in my birthday suit. I stood up and thanked Evelyn for the chat and coffee, and headed for the door.

"Why you leaving so soon?"

Jack's voice reverberated along my spine. I continued shrugging my jacket on, "I've got more unpacking to do and a meeting later."

"What time's the meeting?"

I glanced down casually at my watch, noting that I had two hours before I had to leave. "It's at 4:30."

I heard him pulling his coat on behind me, "Great, that'll give me time to fix your lock, collect my reward, and get you ready to go."

Shit. This wasn't exactly a normal meeting I was heading to. It would require a complex disguise, a hefty payout, and a few firearms. Not exactly an easy situation to explain to someone like Jack. Before I could protest Evelyn was in the hall with us wrapping a scarf around my neck and pushing us out the door. We trudged through the wet, sloppy snow to my home, and Jack opened the evil entrance. I hurried inside trying to get warm with Jack close on my heels. He took off his coat and threw it over the back of my couch and looked at his surroundings. I was proud of what I had gotten done. The boxes were all gone, replaced by an oak coffee table, a few chairs, and entertainment center. The rest of the house didn't look as good as this room, but I'd have it done soon. I could tell that Jack was impressed. He should be. I take pride in everything I do. Look at the ends I've gone to in order to protect my nephew.

I threw my coat down next to his, "So stud, what's your plan of action for the demonic door?"

He smirked my way, but never stopped looking around, "I figured I'd beat it until it gives up." I sat down on the couch and stretched my legs out, "I thought that's what Bobby was trying to do this morning."

Jack moved my legs and sat down next to me, "I guess." He still wasn't looking at me; he sat my thighs on his lap and began rubbing circles into my jeans. "You know Kylie, I can't quite figure you out. One minute you're throwing insults around like one of the guys, the next you're being methodical and practical. One thing I've learned from my life is that the two rarely go together…what are you hiding?"

I didn't move my legs away from him that would practically be an admission of guilt. Instead I plastered a frown on my face and turned to stare him right in the eye. People rarely believe that anyone would look them in the eyes and lie their ass off. "Jack, you've known me less than 24 hours. I'm practical and methodical because that's what my line of work calls for. When I'm around people I like I let my hair down, so to speak. I don't have an ulterior motive, and I'm not hiding anything, unless you count the piles of laundry that I haven't done."

He chuckled deep in his throat, which made me as hot as a whore in church. "What is your line of work?"

"I'm a chemical biologist."

It was his turn to frown, "What do you do?"

Thank god I research before I spout off at the mouth, "People in my field use common chemistry to study the human body and development. Did you know that if an expectant mother's body temperature goes up or down too much that the chemicals in her womb can change. That might be the reason that some children are born with Sickle Cell Anemia or Fetal Macrosomia. If we could find the root of the problem using chemistry we might be able to eliminate it entirely. Can you imagine every child being born healthy? Oh, we're also looking into a cure for cancer, but that's going to take years." That lie came easier and easier every time I told it. I had even managed to pitch enough enthusiasm into the rehearsed speech to wow and amaze the most skeptical audiences.

Jack just gapped at me, "You're trying to save the world."

I laughed, "Yeah and I get paid pretty damn well for it too."

The next thing I knew Jack had grabbed my legs and pulled me down until my torso was in his lap. Then he pulled me into a sitting position and lowered his lips to mine. God he had soft lips. They worked over mine slowly, almost leisurely, and I responded in kind. I was watching his face, and getting rather cross-eyed doing it. His hands were stroking my arm and back, and I just clung to him. His tongue snaked along my bottom lip and I opened my mouth, his tongue rubbed against mine sensually. I moaned and arched my back, shifting my butt as I did so. Jackie growled into my mouth and moved me so that I was straddling him. I was running my hands along his chest and marveling at the muscles I could feel underneath. Things were getting hot and heavy, and I didn't mind one bit.

THUNK

Something almost shattered my window. I tore my mouth away from Jack's and looked out, only to see Bobby smirking from outside. Jack was glaring at him and Bobby headed back toward his own home yelling, "Mom, the little fairy was making out with a girl. There's hope for him yet."

I turned my head back to my "partner in crime." He grinned sheepishly at me and shrugged. I could feel a smile forming on my bruised lips and I leaned down to place a chaste kiss against the corner of his mouth. That corner was the one I obsessed about in the surveillance photos. That damn corner was always quirked up; he could make me crazy with one gesture and he didn't even know it.

"I suppose it's time to get to work," I heard the words come out of my mouth, but they sure didn't sound very convincing. Jackie didn't look convinced either, so I climbed off his lap and reached a hand out to help him up. He grudgingly heaved himself off the couch, "We're gonna finish this later."

The low, rough way he spoke promised hours of entertainment, but I didn't have time for that. I had a job to do. That doesn't mean I didn't want to finish what he had started, but I am good at my job.

I ushered the tall god to the damn door and let him get to work there, while I went to put things away in the kitchen. I wasn't worried about him nosing around; after I had finally woken up I put my new safe to use. All the files on the Mercers and their friends and neighbors were safely locked away, along with my stores of emergency cash. It would take a tank to open that baby, best on the market.

I quickly concluded my "kitchen dressing" as I've come to call it, and yelled to Jack that I had to get ready for my meeting. I dove into the shower and was out within minutes, but I had left my clothes in my bedroom. I wrapped a towel firmly around myself and made a mad dash for my room. I got there and dressed without any mayor incident, it's when I tried to get out the door that the real fun started. I was dressed all in black with my disguise tucked into my rather large purse and the money in my briefcase. The guns were hidden in a secret compartment in the car…the car.

I turned to the very handy sex god at the door, "Jack, where's my car?"