word.”
“Right and no, someday, he’ll get what’s coming to him and that’s enough.”
She took my hand and hugged me again, which set me back on my heels. God, what is it with women hugging to hug? Men don’t do it.
“So—” she pulled back slyly as she stepped away, “—what do you think of our Gray?”
“I think he’s got a body to die for, a voice that makes your skin shiver, and far too much sex appeal for a woman like me. What’s wrong with Emily? She’s more his type.”
“She is not.” Honora did a little jig with delight and I eyed her askew. “I
knew
you’d like each other. I could fairly see the sparks flying there. Give him a chance.” She danced to the door as if she’d not been sobbing her heart out moments ago. I love the way buoyant spirits rebounded. “He needs a good woman like you to knock some of the order and perfection out of his little world. The man’s positively anal.”
“I heard that,” Gray commented as she opened the door to find him leaning on the jamb next to it. “I am not anal and Emily is really not my type.”
Busted. So busted.
I felt my face flame. From the look on his, I knew he’d heard everything I’d said. Oh well, time backs up for no man or angel. There’s nowhere to go but forward, so I shrugged even as I purred with false bravado.
“Truth hurts, doesn’t it, baby?”
“I don’t know.” He smiled a little pointedly at me and winked. “I’ve yet to hear any where you’re concerned. I’m a patient guy, though. I’ve got time.”
With that, he hugged Honora and told her that he’d be by to talk to her in the morning. I watched him go and wondered if that was it. He’d not even said good-bye, but he did look back at the door. Our gazes locked for a moment and then he was gone.
I suddenly didn’t like him quite so much, but that was my pride smarting. I was woman enough to admit it as I turned my attention to the rest of the band members. All the hangers-on had been quietly dispatched while we’d had our moment in the anteroom, so it was quickly turned into a business meeting.
By the time I made it home, I knew exactly what course Angelic Melodies wanted their career to go and they trusted me to see that it happened.
How had I gotten mixed up in this, again?
Oh yeah, favors for angels. I made a note and stuck it on the refrigerator in big red letters:
No more favors for angels.
Chapter Five
The phone was ringing. It took me a minute to realize what the sound was as I burrowed deeper into my feather mattress topper and pillows. It didn’t stop and the sound didn’t go away. I only had one phone in the house and it was in the kitchen. Since the vast majority of my communication tends to be telepathic, I had never seen the need for having one in every room like it was apparently the fashion these days. I remember when cordless phones had come out and wouldn’t work three feet from the base, so the idea of walking around my apartment with one wasn’t a reality in my mind.
Unfortunately, that shortsightedness meant I was going to have to get out of my snug nest and pad into the kitchen. The floor in there was marble and cold first thing in the morning since my apartment had one of those programmable thermostats to be energy efficient.
Maybe whoever it was would leave me alone.
The phone stopped ringing for about a minute before it started up again. Needless to say, I’d never gotten around to an answering machine, either. I made it run through two more times before I finally conceded whoever was on the other end was not going to hang up Grumpily, I crawled out of my nest and padded into the kitchen.
“What?”
I sat in a chair in my breakfast nook to pull on a pair of socks grumpily.
“Not a morning person, check.”
I blinked and pulled the phone away from my ear and only hesitated a moment before hanging it up. I sat there and started counting. I made it all the way to twenty-five before it started ringing again. I
“Right and no, someday, he’ll get what’s coming to him and that’s enough.”
She took my hand and hugged me again, which set me back on my heels. God, what is it with women hugging to hug? Men don’t do it.
“So—” she pulled back slyly as she stepped away, “—what do you think of our Gray?”
“I think he’s got a body to die for, a voice that makes your skin shiver, and far too much sex appeal for a woman like me. What’s wrong with Emily? She’s more his type.”
“She is not.” Honora did a little jig with delight and I eyed her askew. “I
knew
you’d like each other. I could fairly see the sparks flying there. Give him a chance.” She danced to the door as if she’d not been sobbing her heart out moments ago. I love the way buoyant spirits rebounded. “He needs a good woman like you to knock some of the order and perfection out of his little world. The man’s positively anal.”
“I heard that,” Gray commented as she opened the door to find him leaning on the jamb next to it. “I am not anal and Emily is really not my type.”
Busted. So busted.
I felt my face flame. From the look on his, I knew he’d heard everything I’d said. Oh well, time backs up for no man or angel. There’s nowhere to go but forward, so I shrugged even as I purred with false bravado.
“Truth hurts, doesn’t it, baby?”
“I don’t know.” He smiled a little pointedly at me and winked. “I’ve yet to hear any where you’re concerned. I’m a patient guy, though. I’ve got time.”
With that, he hugged Honora and told her that he’d be by to talk to her in the morning. I watched him go and wondered if that was it. He’d not even said good-bye, but he did look back at the door. Our gazes locked for a moment and then he was gone.
I suddenly didn’t like him quite so much, but that was my pride smarting. I was woman enough to admit it as I turned my attention to the rest of the band members. All the hangers-on had been quietly dispatched while we’d had our moment in the anteroom, so it was quickly turned into a business meeting.
By the time I made it home, I knew exactly what course Angelic Melodies wanted their career to go and they trusted me to see that it happened.
How had I gotten mixed up in this, again?
Oh yeah, favors for angels. I made a note and stuck it on the refrigerator in big red letters:
No more favors for angels.
Chapter Five
The phone was ringing. It took me a minute to realize what the sound was as I burrowed deeper into my feather mattress topper and pillows. It didn’t stop and the sound didn’t go away. I only had one phone in the house and it was in the kitchen. Since the vast majority of my communication tends to be telepathic, I had never seen the need for having one in every room like it was apparently the fashion these days. I remember when cordless phones had come out and wouldn’t work three feet from the base, so the idea of walking around my apartment with one wasn’t a reality in my mind.
Unfortunately, that shortsightedness meant I was going to have to get out of my snug nest and pad into the kitchen. The floor in there was marble and cold first thing in the morning since my apartment had one of those programmable thermostats to be energy efficient.
Maybe whoever it was would leave me alone.
The phone stopped ringing for about a minute before it started up again. Needless to say, I’d never gotten around to an answering machine, either. I made it run through two more times before I finally conceded whoever was on the other end was not going to hang up Grumpily, I crawled out of my nest and padded into the kitchen.
“What?”
I sat in a chair in my breakfast nook to pull on a pair of socks grumpily.
“Not a morning person, check.”
I blinked and pulled the phone away from my ear and only hesitated a moment before hanging it up. I sat there and started counting. I made it all the way to twenty-five before it started ringing again. I
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