Page 21 of Magnetic God

Someone nearby gasps. “Holy shit. I think that’s Brooks the Body McGruff!”

Brooks grabs my hand. “Let’s get out of here, gorgeous girl.”

We make our way outside, but the fan follows.

“Brooks! Hey, Brooks! Can I grab a photo?”

Brooks’ pace picks up and I hurry to keep up.

“Brooks! Come on, man. Don’t be a dick.”

I glance over my shoulder. The guy has his phone up, as if he’s recording.

Brooks says in a low tone, “Ignore him, Angel.”

My car is in the garage, and the fan follows us all the way. Brooks opens the driver’s door for me and then rounds the car, getting into the passenger’s seat. The fan waits a beat and then walks away.

“That was intense.”

Brooks’ shoulder lifts in a shrug. “I’ve had worse.”

“Brooks, I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to deal with that.”

He meets my gaze and exhales. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For saying that. Most people just think it’s part of the job and see nothing wrong with it.”

“You’re still human. You don’t deserve that.”

“Fuck, Angel. You’re really making it hard not to kiss you right now.”

I smile up at him. “I’m not stopping you, Brooks.”

He leans over the console, brushing his lips against mine.

“Let’s get out of here, Angel. We have reservations, and then I want to kiss you properly.”

I smile when he puts his hand over mine as I drive. I’m so glad he’s here.

Friday, December 14 @ 11:57am

Miss you, Angel.

I miss you, too. And your voice…

I knew serenading you would make you fall for me.

Oh, it definitely did.

The crazy thing is, I’m not joking. When Brooks told me he could sing, I wasn’t prepared for what that meant. He calls me angel, but he’s the one with a voice of an angel. Listening to him sing a love song was, god, it was perfect.

Did you make it to London?

I did. Looked at my girl’s pretty face for the entire flight.

Oh, god. What picture??

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