Page 33 of Avenging Angel
Contradiction.
Though, Dream knew none of this.
Dream assumed a solemn expression and added a heartfelt hand to her chest to drive it home before she turned back to Cap. “She’s right. I jumped to judgement. That was wrong of me.” She put her other hand palm-to-palm with the one at her chest and did a little bow. “You have my sincere apologies.”
“Do you listen to Marconi Union?” Cap asked.
“Of course,” she answered. “They’re wildly talented.”
At that, Cap aimed a smirk at me, right before he winked.
The tingles and ripples hit overdrive.
So, obviously, I held Feather safe, well to my side, bent forward and thunked my head against Surf Club’s highly-polished bar and left it there.
I felt a hand cup the back of my head, and that hand had only touched me twice, but I knew whose it was.
“We gotta go, babe,” Cap said quietly.
Yep, that’s whose hand it was.
I lifted up and saw he and Liam had their coffees.
I had no choice in the current circumstances but to say, “Great, thanks for coming by and sharing our change of plans face-to-face.”
“See you tomorrow night,” Cap replied.
“Yeah, yeah, see you.”
Cap shot me another smile.
I steeled myself against hurdling the bar and throwing myself at him.
Thankfully, I succeeded in this as Liam said, “Nice to meet you, Rachel.”
“You too,” I replied.
Cap fished out a twenty, put it on the bar, and they sauntered away, all loose-hipped, hot guy.
I watched.
Luna watched.
Every woman and gay or bi man in the joint watched.
Even Dream watched.
“He’ll make beautiful babies,” Dream said rather dreamily.
There it was again.
I was totally screwed.
FIVE
DON’T CALL ME BOSLEY
What was that saying about repeating things that didn’t work being the definition of insanity?
