Surprise

He was laying on the floor, clutching onto his left arm and swearing profusely.

Olivia's eyes darted around the cabin. Her fingers were still tightly wound around the colored grip of the golf club. She didn't see anyone, but she knew they were there. "Where is he?"

"Why the hell did you do that?" He screamed. "My bicep is throbbing like a bitch!"

"Where is he?" She repeated louder. "I know he's here!"

The man on the floor squinted up at the crazy woman. "Who?"

"The guy! Tell me where he is!" Her head snapped to the left. Did something move out of the corner of her eye?

He watched her head snap in the opposite direction and could have sworn he heard it crack. "What guy? There's a guy here?"

Olivia looked down at him and reared back with the golf club. "Don't act stupid! I heard you talking to him. Now tell me where he is or I'll hit you again!"

"I'm not here with anyone." What the hell was she talking about? And then he remembered. He had been talking right before she smacked the shit out of him with that golf club. He needed to get that away from her without making her feel threatened. First, he had to deal with the matter at hand. "I think you might have heard me talking on the phone."

Olivia stopped searching for his accomplice and dropped her head to look him in the eye. "You were on the phone?"

He nodded.

"And no one else is here except for you and me?"

He nodded again.

Shit. This was bad. She could be in some real danger here in a cabin all alone with this weirdo. "Why did you break in?"

"What?" he spat out at her. His face crinkled. "I didn't break in! Go look at the doors and windows! No tampered locks. No signs of forced entry."

"Oh, so you've done this before huh?"

"Been attacked by a short woman carrying a golf club, not wearing any pants? No. That's definitely a first for me."

Dammit! This was way worse. She had come downstairs all hyped up to beat some prowler's ass and had forgotten she had fallen asleep in a sweater. She nervously tugged the edges of the sweater down over her bare thighs with her left hand while keeping a grip on her weapon. He didn't really look dangerous. If she was being honest, he was kinda cute. He had curly hair. She was such a sucker for guys with curls. And his eyes were a shade of blue that...

Stop it! Olivia told her mind! Stay focused!

"Who were you on the phone with?"

"That's none of your business!" He informed her defensively.

She raised her eyebrows and pointed the golf club in his face.

"If you must know, it was the owner of this house." He continued rubbing his arm. She wasn't that strong, but she had caught him off guard and iron beats flesh every time. It hurt like a bitch!

"What is the name of the person you were talking to?" she asked doubtfully. He was lying out of his ass. Abby would have told her if someone else was coming up to the cabin this weekend. Right?

He shot her an incredulous look. "I'm not giving you names! They are my friends. Besides, how do I know you didn't break in here and have been squatting for days?"

He had a point. He didn't know her any better than she knew him. It probably looked just as fishy from his point of view. "Fine. Tell me the last name of the person you were talking to."

He was about to tell her no, but she cut him off.

"When you came in did you see any signs of a break in? Tampered locks on the windows or doors?"

"Smartass." he muttered. "Fine. It's Bergen."

Olivia dropped the golf club. It clanged loudly against the hard wood floor. "You know Leo and Abby?"

"I just told you that I did." he replied impatiently. And then it clicked that she knew their first names. "Wait. "You know them too?"

"Yea, Abby and I work together. She loaned me the cabin for the week."

"Ohhh. I think I see what's happened here." He relaxed quite a bit when he realized what the deal was.

"You do?" she asked. She was glad he knew, because she had no idea.

"Abby loaned you the cabin for the week. Leo loaned me the cabin for the week. And neither one of them told the other one about it." He studied her for a minute as this information sank in for both of them. She was kinda cute. Great legs. Even if she was on the short side. He'd bet that she had been asleep and the sound of a male voice inside the cabin freaked her out. He was beginning to understand her reaction.

"Well, that's a problem for you." She enlightened him.

"It's fine with me." He was going to lock the golf clubs in the trunk of his car though.

"You can't stay here this week."

"Sure I can. I've got a key and everything." He fished it out of his pocket, and held it up in front of his face.

"I'm sorry. What I meant to say was, no way in hell are you staying here because I'm staying here. And I don't want company."

"Well, that's a damn shame because I'm not leaving."

Her eyes fell to the floor where she spotted her dropped phone. After picking it up Olivia unlocked it and touched Abby's name. She glared at the man who was now sitting on the floor as ringing filled her ear. She answered on the fourth ring.

"Liv! Hey!"

"Hey Abs. I have a problem and I'm hoping you can help me out with it."

"Sometimes the pipes freeze when the house has been empty a while. You'll just have to be..."

"What? No, Abby!" Olivia said impatiently as her friend kept talking. "Abby! There's a guy here. His name is..."

Olivia swung the phone down by her side and asked, "Oh! I never asked what your name is. What is it?"

"Fitzgerald Grant." he told her.

"Let me see some ID." Olivia demanded.

He sighed loudly, but pulled his wallet from his back pocket and passed it to her. "My license is in there. I have several credit cards and I know exactly how much cash is in there too in case you get any ideas."

"You're hilarious." She told him and rolled her eyes. Opening the wallet, she immediately saw his license and read the name listed. Yup, he was Fitzgerald Grant all right. The third too. That meant there were two other Fitzgerald Grants running around on the planet. That was great to know. Naturally, he had a perfect DMV photo. She liked him even less for that. Pulling the wallet open further, she glanced at his cash. The guy had a pretty good sized wad in there. Asshole.

The phone was brought back to her ear and Olivia sighed, rolled her eyes, and told Abby, "Fitzgerald Grant."

"Shit."

"You know him?" Olivia asked.

"Yea, I know him."

"Well, Mr. Wonderful just got knocked the hell out with a golf club..."

"I did not get knocked out." Fitz informed her in a sulky tone.

"...because I thought he had broken into the place."

"Holy shit! Liv! You hit him?" Abby shrieked.

"Well...yea."

Wild laughter came through the phone line.

"Abby!"

When the redhead finally stopped laughing she said, "I'm sorry! I'm picturing what you just described and it's funny as hell!"

She dissolved into more loud laughter, making Olivia pull the phone away from her ear. "Let me know when it's no longer funny so we can talk. Kay?"

"You're right. I'm sorry." Abby said as she cackled. "This is just never not gonna be funny."

Olivia kept one hand on the phone and the other on the hem of her sweater, that was riding dangerously high on her leg. "Call me back when you can talk and have a remedy for this situation."

Fitz had kept an eye on her thigh while she talked on the phone, but now that she had ended the call his blue eyes lifted to her brown ones. "Can I get up or are you gonna hit me with that thing again?"

She extended a hand in his direction to help him up. He took it and pulled her down to where he sat. She crumpled on his lap. Exhaustion and annoyance stirred together inside Olivia to create a lethal combination, and she saw neither one of those things changing any time soon. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"