You Do What You Have To - 79

 

 

For the next two days, Robin gave Micky intensive lessons about the various types of security systems he installed. He took Micky on one job, to give him hands-on experience, before declaring he knew enough of the basics to be a good assistant. "And maybe do jobs on your own in a couple of months."

 

Micky glowed under Robin's praise then suggested, since the house they'd been working on was close to where he used to work, that they stop there for dinner. "The food is good, and it's not a hole-in-the-wall."

 

"Sounds like a plan to me," Robin said, putting the bag holding his tools into the trunk of the car.

 

When they entered the restaurant, the hostess took one look at Micky and engulfed him in a tight hug. "Where have you been? We missed you. Are you coming back to work? Who's your friend? He's a cutie."

 

Extricating himself from her embrace with a laugh, Micky introduced her to Robin before informing her that he'd found another job. Since he was wearing a shirt with Bristow Security embroidered on the pocket—as was Robin—she said, "You're a security guard?"

 

"Nope," Robin replied before Micky could decide if he should say yes or no to her question. "We install security systems."

 

"Wow." She looked at Micky with newfound respect as she took them to their table. "That's too cool."

 

"Should I be jealous?" Robin asked with a grin after the woman left.

 

Micky rolled his eyes. "Not in the least. We were friends while I worked here and that's it. She is definitely not my type."

 

"What is your type?"

 

"A handsome blond with a taste for danger."

 

"Hmm. I think I fit that bill."

 

"To a T," Micky agreed, wishing they were sitting next to each other, not across the table, so he could kiss Robin to prove it.

 

After ordering dinner, Robin going with Micky's suggestion that the mixed grill was good, they drank their beers and relaxed—or in Micky's case, tried to relax. He didn't realize he was checking every time someone came into the restaurant until Robin said quietly, "You're safe. We're safe. Okay?"

 

"Okay," Micky replied, taking a deep breath, and finishing his beer, just as the waiter arrived with their meals.

 

"That was great," Robin proclaimed an hour later, taking the last bite of his hot chocolate cake. "You're going to have to roll me out of here."

 

Micky laughed, reaching for the check before Robin could get his hands on it. "My suggestion, my treat," Micky told him, handing the waiter his credit card. Then, when they'd finished the last of their coffee, they left the restaurant.

 

They were halfway across the lot to where they'd parked the car when a shot rang out, followed by two more as Robin shoved Micky to the ground beside a dark van, dropping to his knees beside him while pulling out his gun.