My Enemy’s Secret by J.P. Oliver

I know he doesn’t like me… And I don’t really care.
A while back, we started construction on a bank of condos… except when we started digging, we didn’t just hit dirt… we hit dinosaur bones.
And then came the science geeks, obsessing over digging out “the specimen” and “preserving history”. Only thing is, for every day they’re still invading our worksite, it’s another day where we aren’t getting paid nearly enough.
So yeah, they probably think I’m a loudmouth and a rebel rouser… and they might be right. But I’ve got bills to pay. Debts to clear. They’re costing me some cold, hard cash.
What I want is for them to pack up their little tents and tools and leave.
What I’ve got is a gentle, apple pie, rescue-cats-from-trees archaeologist who’s decided to blackmail me.
Frankly, I didn’t think he’d have it in him.
Frankly, I kind of want him in me.
Wait, what?