The Blonde Before Christmas: a Barb Jackson Mysteries holiday short story by Anna Snow

"I don't know how I'll ever repay you."
    "I do." I smiled and turned back to my desk, then pressed the intercom button.
    "Yes?" Kelly's voice echoed in the room between us.
    "Mr. King will be paying you for our services on his way out. Charge him the cheating-arrogant-fool rate."
    "You got it, boss," she answered, and I could hear the grin in her voice.
    Jason chuckled and shook his head as he strode to the door and grasped the knob.
    "Same ol' Barb."
    He grinned once more at me over his shoulder and exited my office.
    I shrugged because, really, what could I say? He was right. I was the same ol' Barb, and I was happy with that.
    I just hoped he wasn't the same old Jason, because if he was, he'd be sitting in big-boy jail by the end of the week, and I'd be back to not being able to pay the light bill.
     
     
     
    BUBBLEGUM BLONDE