trunks.
“No, I’m visiting.”
“We are too.” She pointed behind him. Two girls in bikinis lay on beach towels sunning a few feet away. They waved, giggling as they whispered to each other.
“My friends and I were wondering if you’d like to have a drink with us.” Hopeful eyes blinked up at him as she twirled a loose strand of her hair around her finger.
He wanted to feel something for the titian-haired beauty. He wanted to say yes. He’d never seen any harm in hanging out with women, despite Gabrielle’s warnings. He’d done so plenty of times over the years. It was a great stress reliever, and it kept him from being bored. He loved female company, both angel and human alike.
“So what do you say?” She leaned in closer and suggestively brushed herself against his bicep.
He drank in her killer curves and porcelain skin. She was lovely, so why couldn’t he feel anything? He didn’t even have the impulse to flirt with her.
It was no use. He didn’t want to be with her or anyone else. He should’ve stayed in his angel form. It was a mistake walking around as human, but he was desperate to get rid of the constant numbness. At least as a human, he could feel the warm sun and taste the salty air. It helped a little bit.
If he was being honest, he had noticed the stares he’d gotten since he’d arrived. He knew angels were seen as beautiful to many on Earth. They looked at him like he was a living god, and he liked it. It stroked his wounded ego. And even though the girl and her friends, who were gawking at him like a rock star, would stroke his ego even more, it wouldn’t be fair to them. He couldn’t give her, or any of them, what they were looking for.
“Sorry. Busy.”
“Really?” Ruby lips pouted. “Well, how about tomorrow?”
“I . . .” He brushed a hand through his hair, wishing he didn’t have to hurt her feelings. “Not interested. Sorry.”
He turned and walked away, moving fast to get some distance from the disappointed girls. Over the sound of the waves, he heard the girls’ high-pitched ranting as she told her friends that he was a snob. Her friends patted her back, reassuring her that she was pretty and he was too blind and stupid to see it.
He hurried down the beach until they were out of earshot. He was surprised it actually hurt to hear the girls say those things about him.
Blind? No. He saw them perfectly, as did many of the guys that lingered around them.
Stupid? Probably. He went through a checklist of all the stupid things he’d done over the past few weeks.
Kept a secret from his best friend. Check.
Killed best friend and the love his life. Check.
Fell for his best friend’s woman. Check.
Kissed best friend’s woman . . . while she was sleeping.
Check and check!
He dipped his head into the palms of his hands. Rubbing his eyes, he wondered how he’d gone from the most admired archangel to what he was now. He didn’t like the person he was becoming. He had to figure out a way to forget about Naomi. He had to let go of his jealousy. He had to—
“Hey, watch it!”
Dropping his hands, he gazed down. He was standing in the middle of what looked like a sandcastle. A little boy with piercing baby blue eyes glared up at him.
Ruin a little boy’s sand castle. Check.
“Dude, sorry about that.” Jeremy took a quick step back. His ankles hit against a wall of sand, sending it crumbling down.
Great. Could he ruin the little boy’s creation more?
The little boy’s eyes widened as he took in the crumbling walls and the pair of footprints in the center of his smashed sandcastle. The boy’s lips trembled, and his face scrunched up. Jeremy waited for the waterworks. He blinked with surprise when instead the boy muttered under his breath, “Be a big boy. Not a crybaby.”
The boy sniffed and then flicked his eyes back to Jeremy. “You have big feet.”
Jeremy chuckled at the serious expression on the boy’s face. “I guess I do.”
He squatted down
“No, I’m visiting.”
“We are too.” She pointed behind him. Two girls in bikinis lay on beach towels sunning a few feet away. They waved, giggling as they whispered to each other.
“My friends and I were wondering if you’d like to have a drink with us.” Hopeful eyes blinked up at him as she twirled a loose strand of her hair around her finger.
He wanted to feel something for the titian-haired beauty. He wanted to say yes. He’d never seen any harm in hanging out with women, despite Gabrielle’s warnings. He’d done so plenty of times over the years. It was a great stress reliever, and it kept him from being bored. He loved female company, both angel and human alike.
“So what do you say?” She leaned in closer and suggestively brushed herself against his bicep.
He drank in her killer curves and porcelain skin. She was lovely, so why couldn’t he feel anything? He didn’t even have the impulse to flirt with her.
It was no use. He didn’t want to be with her or anyone else. He should’ve stayed in his angel form. It was a mistake walking around as human, but he was desperate to get rid of the constant numbness. At least as a human, he could feel the warm sun and taste the salty air. It helped a little bit.
If he was being honest, he had noticed the stares he’d gotten since he’d arrived. He knew angels were seen as beautiful to many on Earth. They looked at him like he was a living god, and he liked it. It stroked his wounded ego. And even though the girl and her friends, who were gawking at him like a rock star, would stroke his ego even more, it wouldn’t be fair to them. He couldn’t give her, or any of them, what they were looking for.
“Sorry. Busy.”
“Really?” Ruby lips pouted. “Well, how about tomorrow?”
“I . . .” He brushed a hand through his hair, wishing he didn’t have to hurt her feelings. “Not interested. Sorry.”
He turned and walked away, moving fast to get some distance from the disappointed girls. Over the sound of the waves, he heard the girls’ high-pitched ranting as she told her friends that he was a snob. Her friends patted her back, reassuring her that she was pretty and he was too blind and stupid to see it.
He hurried down the beach until they were out of earshot. He was surprised it actually hurt to hear the girls say those things about him.
Blind? No. He saw them perfectly, as did many of the guys that lingered around them.
Stupid? Probably. He went through a checklist of all the stupid things he’d done over the past few weeks.
Kept a secret from his best friend. Check.
Killed best friend and the love his life. Check.
Fell for his best friend’s woman. Check.
Kissed best friend’s woman . . . while she was sleeping.
Check and check!
He dipped his head into the palms of his hands. Rubbing his eyes, he wondered how he’d gone from the most admired archangel to what he was now. He didn’t like the person he was becoming. He had to figure out a way to forget about Naomi. He had to let go of his jealousy. He had to—
“Hey, watch it!”
Dropping his hands, he gazed down. He was standing in the middle of what looked like a sandcastle. A little boy with piercing baby blue eyes glared up at him.
Ruin a little boy’s sand castle. Check.
“Dude, sorry about that.” Jeremy took a quick step back. His ankles hit against a wall of sand, sending it crumbling down.
Great. Could he ruin the little boy’s creation more?
The little boy’s eyes widened as he took in the crumbling walls and the pair of footprints in the center of his smashed sandcastle. The boy’s lips trembled, and his face scrunched up. Jeremy waited for the waterworks. He blinked with surprise when instead the boy muttered under his breath, “Be a big boy. Not a crybaby.”
The boy sniffed and then flicked his eyes back to Jeremy. “You have big feet.”
Jeremy chuckled at the serious expression on the boy’s face. “I guess I do.”
He squatted down
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