her, Clementine took a step back as if his physical body intimidated her. It was no secret that Remington was the largest of the Conroy brothers. He had used his height and strength on more than one occasion to ‘convince’ a condemned soul to come back to hell, but he never wanted that reaction from her. From Clementine.
“Why don’t you go pack a bag, baby.” Rafe leaned down and gave Julie a soft kiss on her right cheek.
With a slow nod, Julie left the two men and the woman she could only assume was an angel in the living room, her head spinning at the events that had just taken place. The uncle of her child had outed her and told Rafe that she was pregnant. Then he’d sprung the news that Rafe’s former employer, a prince of hell, had put out a contract on her and finally, she’d was about to be introduced to the grandparents of her child—in heaven of all places.
In the bedroom, Julie hurriedly packed an overnight bag. What did one take to heaven? Would it be hot or cold? Were there seasons in heaven? Would there be snow on the ground? Or warm and balmy like the Florida Keys. She slapped a hand over her mouth to prevent a hysterical laugh from escaping. A warmer climate. The father of her child was definitely from a warmer client.
Stripping off the tee and knit bottoms, she pulled on a pair of jeans that barely still fit. She picked one of her more roomy shirts to wear, over which she placed a lightweight sweater. Out of habit, she continued to camouflage her ever expanding stomach. The bulge in the lower part of her abdomen seemed bigger every day. Added to her already generous curves and she was going to be as big as a house before this baby was born.
She placed her hand on her stomach, lightly stroking it. It really didn’t matter where she had to go, who she had to meet, as long as she kept her child safe.
~*~
Rafe’s mother welcomed him and Julie with open arms, not that he’d expected anything less. His mother really was an angel. Patient and generous. Oh, she could be tough when needed, that’s what made her such a great mother. His gaze landed on Julie as she stood at his side. He had no doubt she would be just as good a mother to his child. Immediately, his gaze was drawn to her belly. She had his baby growing inside her. It still caused him to break out in a cold sweat when he thought about it. Thought about all that could have gone wrong. Or might still go wrong.
“Son, it’s so good to see you.”
He returned his mother’s hug. As he drew back, he pulled Julie forward. “Mother this is Julie. Julie this is my mother, Rachel Conroy.” It took a moment for Julie’s attention to switch from gazing at the huge, white shimmering walls to the woman before her. He could understand her fascination. The walls appeared to move and sway in the bright sunlight. It was never dark in heaven, kind of like Alaska on steroids. Her attention finally returned to the situation at hand.
“Thank you for having me here.” Julie held out her hand to the woman before her. She was dressed in a flowing white dress that Julie had always imagined angels would wear. There were not, however, any wings in sight.
“Oh, sweet dear, where else would you go in your time of need?” Rafe’s mother hugged her as she had hugged her son. Warmth seemed to seep from her body into Julie and a sense of peace and contentment Julie had never experienced before washed over her.
“Are you really an angel?” She wanted to slap a hand over her mouth as soon as she had spoken. How rude could she possibly be.
“That’s a matter of opinion.” A big, booming voice sounded behind them before the woman dressed all in white could answer.
“Rav, that’s enough of that.” The woman looked at the man with a frown on her beautiful face before her lips curved into a smile. “Julie, this is Rafe’s father and my husband, Ravjeer. The devil in the family.”
Julie’s eyes widened at the woman’s description. Was there a
“Why don’t you go pack a bag, baby.” Rafe leaned down and gave Julie a soft kiss on her right cheek.
With a slow nod, Julie left the two men and the woman she could only assume was an angel in the living room, her head spinning at the events that had just taken place. The uncle of her child had outed her and told Rafe that she was pregnant. Then he’d sprung the news that Rafe’s former employer, a prince of hell, had put out a contract on her and finally, she’d was about to be introduced to the grandparents of her child—in heaven of all places.
In the bedroom, Julie hurriedly packed an overnight bag. What did one take to heaven? Would it be hot or cold? Were there seasons in heaven? Would there be snow on the ground? Or warm and balmy like the Florida Keys. She slapped a hand over her mouth to prevent a hysterical laugh from escaping. A warmer climate. The father of her child was definitely from a warmer client.
Stripping off the tee and knit bottoms, she pulled on a pair of jeans that barely still fit. She picked one of her more roomy shirts to wear, over which she placed a lightweight sweater. Out of habit, she continued to camouflage her ever expanding stomach. The bulge in the lower part of her abdomen seemed bigger every day. Added to her already generous curves and she was going to be as big as a house before this baby was born.
She placed her hand on her stomach, lightly stroking it. It really didn’t matter where she had to go, who she had to meet, as long as she kept her child safe.
~*~
Rafe’s mother welcomed him and Julie with open arms, not that he’d expected anything less. His mother really was an angel. Patient and generous. Oh, she could be tough when needed, that’s what made her such a great mother. His gaze landed on Julie as she stood at his side. He had no doubt she would be just as good a mother to his child. Immediately, his gaze was drawn to her belly. She had his baby growing inside her. It still caused him to break out in a cold sweat when he thought about it. Thought about all that could have gone wrong. Or might still go wrong.
“Son, it’s so good to see you.”
He returned his mother’s hug. As he drew back, he pulled Julie forward. “Mother this is Julie. Julie this is my mother, Rachel Conroy.” It took a moment for Julie’s attention to switch from gazing at the huge, white shimmering walls to the woman before her. He could understand her fascination. The walls appeared to move and sway in the bright sunlight. It was never dark in heaven, kind of like Alaska on steroids. Her attention finally returned to the situation at hand.
“Thank you for having me here.” Julie held out her hand to the woman before her. She was dressed in a flowing white dress that Julie had always imagined angels would wear. There were not, however, any wings in sight.
“Oh, sweet dear, where else would you go in your time of need?” Rafe’s mother hugged her as she had hugged her son. Warmth seemed to seep from her body into Julie and a sense of peace and contentment Julie had never experienced before washed over her.
“Are you really an angel?” She wanted to slap a hand over her mouth as soon as she had spoken. How rude could she possibly be.
“That’s a matter of opinion.” A big, booming voice sounded behind them before the woman dressed all in white could answer.
“Rav, that’s enough of that.” The woman looked at the man with a frown on her beautiful face before her lips curved into a smile. “Julie, this is Rafe’s father and my husband, Ravjeer. The devil in the family.”
Julie’s eyes widened at the woman’s description. Was there a
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