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“Why do you have so many precautions?” I asked. “Because of the… enforcing thing?”

“Not so much, no. It’s mostly about the hacking thing. Usually, people who are hiring me are fucking over someone else. And none of the players are what you would call good guys.”

“Have you ever been found?”

“No. I’m good at what I do. And I try as much as possible not to do shit in person, so nothing could ever trace back to me. There are the occasional times I will do it. But it’s rare. And they have to be paying a fuckton to even make me consider it.”

“This fuckton of money,” I said, barely able to think clearly with his hand still clutching my thigh, “how many zeroes would it require for you being gone for two weeks?”

He let out a little chuckle at that.

“Five.”

Five.

Five zeroes.

Six figures.

At the low end, a hundred grand. Which was, to someone like me, a fuckton of money. But it could go all the way up to nine hundred thousand dollars. Almost a million.

“Low mid,” he said, reading my thoughts.

“Low mid,” I repeated. Four, five hundred grand. “But who… who would have that much money?”

“Criminals,” he said, smirking. “But not many jobs pay anyone that much. It’s why I took it, even though I hate leaving my place for work. That’s my retirement money,” he added.

“DINKWAD life?” I asked.

“The fuck?” he asked, brows raised.

“DINKWAD. Duel income, no kids, with a dog,” I clarified. “Assuming you want someone in your life, that is,” I said.

“Always saw myself settled down like my parents. But maybe I’d have a kid,” he said, shrugging. “Haven’t given it a lot of thought.”

“Guys kind of have forever with that,” I said, nodding.

“You?”

“Me?”

“You want to be a DINKWAD?” he asked.

“Duel income sounds like a dream after being on my own for… ever,” I admitted. “But I want a kid or two. And dogs. But I’m on a clock,” I said, shaking my head. “And let’s just say that no one has inspired me to want to spend forever with.”

“As someone who knows more than they fucking want to about men’s private lives, yeah, I don’t blame you. My ma when she was younger worked as a hacker who mostly exposed men’s secrets to their wives. Fucking shocked she even gave my old man a shot after all that.”

“It’s kind of awesome that you followed in both their paths,” I said. “Are you like them?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “Both are kind of loners. Both rough around the edges. Ma is hot-tempered. Loves a good argument. My old man is a little more even-tempered, but will bicker with Ma for shits and giggles.”

“How’d they meet?” I asked, always a sucker for a good meet-cute.

“He kidnapped her.”

“What?” I hissed, lips falling open.

Junior looked over, giving my shock a smirk.

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