Page 51 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

The minute Coy left her apartment, Angel jumped up and down and let out a squeal loud enough to have her neighbor bang on the wall.

Her hand slapped in front of her mouth.Where the hell had that come from?

It came from getting her way!

Holy cow, Coy came to her.

Pissed off too. But she’d managed to get him to see her side of it.

She wasn’t sure how and wasn’t going to question it.

Nope, she ran to her room, was going to find something to wear, then shower.

They were having their first official date tonight.

In her heart, they’d had two already, but hey, whatever made him feel better.

He’d said he’d take care of everything, for her to show up when she was ready.

She said she’d be there in less than an hour so he didn’t change his mind.

She was in her closet pushing shirts aside. There was part of her that wanted to look sexy.

Then she realized she didn’t own anything sexy other than a few dresses and showing up in a little black dress would beawkwardfor them both.

She found a fitted sweater on the shelf. She didn’t wear it often. It barely hit the top of her jeans and if she lifted her arms, some of her belly showed.

Yep, perfect.

Not to mention it showed her breasts a bit more being snug but not tight.

She grabbed her stretch jeans and decided to make him sweat a bit.

It’s what she’d wear if she was going on a date with anyone else.

But this was Coy!

She didn’t wash her hair, just brushed it and then tipped it upside down to fluff it some. She looked in the mirror and didn’t achieve the tousled sexy look she was going for.

Oh well, good enough since she’d blame it on the wind when she got to his house.

When she got in her car, she took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, but only ended up screaming in excitement one more time.

Thankfully no one was around to see her acting like an idiot.

She pulled into Coy’s driveway again, got out, and went in the front door without ringing the bell. He hadn’t told her to do it, but since she did last time and he knew she was coming, she didn’t think it was that big of a deal.

“What are you doing?” she asked when she got to his kitchen.

His hands were in dough, stretching it out.

“Making calzones,” he said.

“You’re cooking for me?” she asked. No man had ever cooked for her before. Even with Coy, they’d ordered out.

“I am,” he said. “A problem with that?”

“No,” she said. “It’s just you’ve ordered before.”

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