An Angel on A Demon's Shoulder (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (Demon Brothers' Trilogy Book 3) by Marie Mason Page A

blue-eyed charmer that reminded Remington so sharply of Clementine that his heart grew heavy, stood before him. As he waited for her say something, her tiny little hands reached out and planted themselves on his cheeks. With a straightforwardness that he knew would make her father nervous in the years to come, she said, “I like demons.”
    Remington had to smile at her. “You do, do you?”
    She nodded her little head solemnly. “And when I grow up, I’m going to marry you.”
    Remington laughed and glanced at Clementine, who was enjoying herself a little too much at his predicament. “That’s awfully sweet of you, honey, but I think I’m already taken.” He turned his full gaze on Clementine and watched the pink cover her beautiful features.
    “Oh.” The little girl followed Remington’s gaze.
    “I’m sure you’ll find a demon all your own, sweetheart, don’t worry.” He leaned forwarded and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Now go get your snack.”
    She hurried away just as another woman came by to get the group. She took the baby from Clementine’s arms as well. Remington rose slowly from his feet, stretching as he did so. He smirked when he saw Clementine checking out his body once again. She wanted him. He could feel it. He walked towards her and this time he was the one enjoying her discomfort. He knew what he looked like. A demon on the hunt. A devil on the prowl. “Now what?”
    “We have some home visits to make.”
    “Okay. Where’s mother?”
    “She’s—”
    “Ready to go, darlings?” Rachel’s soft voice reached them as she walked towards them, her eyes flickering between them as if trying to read the very air around them.
    “Sure.” Remington rolled his eyes. “As long as I’m not going to be mobbed by another group of gremlins.”
    Rachel reached up much as the little girl had and placed one of her hands on her son’s cheeks. “Oh, don’t give me that, you big softy, you know you enjoy doing that.” She reached into her pocket and handed him a piece of paper. “Here’s where we need to go. I’ll let you open the portal, please.”
    And so it went for the rest of the afternoon, Remington basically acting like a doorman as he helped them in and out of portals. He was happy to see that these visits mainly consisted of his mother and Clementine visiting with parents who had children just about ready to start school. No mistreatment, no abuse. Just dispersing helpful information.
    Finally, the day was wearing down. They stood outside on the street in front of the last house they’d visited when Rachel spoke. “Why don’t you take Clementine to her apartment so she can pick up a few things? Who knows how much longer that this is doing to last?” She looked at Remington. “You haven’t gotten any news yet have you?”
    Remington shook his head. “No, none of the teams in the field have reported anything.” He glanced at Clementine. “I thought Clementine could maybe spend the evening with you and Dad, and I’d do a little recon myself.”
    Just then, a portal opened behind them. “Damn,” Remington cursed as he felt the rush of air. Quickly, he turned, making sure both women were safely behind him.  He cursed again when he realized it was just his father.
    “A little jumpy there, son?” Ravjeer clapped his hand on his son’s shoulder.
    Remington muttered a curse that only his father could hear. His father laughed and pulled his wife into his arms, giving her a kiss. “Did you miss me, beautiful?” he whispered. “I missed you.”
    Remington looked away, for once the love surrounding his parents almost too much to bare. He caught Clementine’s gaze and knew she’d felt it too. That deep, soul connection that couldn’t be faked undone or ever forgotten. He cleared his throat. “I’m glad you showed up, Dad. Now I can go do some tracking of my own.”
    He started to open a portal with his mother stopped him. “Wait. Don’t you think you should take Clementine