Page 6 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

Angel still had light brown hair, but there were streaks of blonde in it now. It was past her shoulders and had some softwaves flowing around. Not like she styled it, but as if it was a natural thing that so many paid hundreds to achieve.

There wasn’t much makeup on her face that he could see or that he ever remembered before. Or it could be he wasn’t looking past the light blue eyes that seemed to be magnified and trying to see into his soul.

Holy fuck.Where the hell did that statement come from?

He let go of her hand fast. Maybe it was the connection causing all those crazy thoughts to pop into his brain.

“I’ve been swamped for years,” he said, trying to get back to their tour. “It’s not easy to find a dentist to come to the island. There are other offices here so I’m not alone.”

“But you don’t want people going to your competitors?” she said, feigning shock. It made him laugh. “And with your last name being Bond, I bet people are more inclined to come to you.”

He smirked. “My familyaloneare a lot of patients.”

“I didn’t think of that,” she said. “Is it fun having Bode and Drew in the chair? I’d love to have Spencer in my chair but doubt that will ever happen.”

He loved nothing more than to have his older brothers in the chair and at his mercy. Bode never flinched; Drew, he was easier to poke at and make him squirm.

He moved past her room and back toward the rooms where cleanings were done.

“I’ve got a system here that works well. I’ll have the manager explain it to you on Tuesday. It’s color-coded.”

“I’m sure I’ll pick it up quickly,” she said. “I can’t wait to start. I know I keep saying the same thing and I’ll stop. I should be home setting up my apartment, but my parents are doing that. It keeps them occupied. I know they are nervous about this move.”

“I think that is natural,” he said. “But your brother is only an hour away by air. You know we can get him here by helicopter if need be.”

She frowned. “I don’t plan on any emergencies. Don’t tell me you’re going to watch me like a hawk too. I don’t need that.”

“No,” he said. “You’re an adult. Spencer has said you have had no problems in years, right?”

“Nope,” she said smiling brightly. “Healthy as a horse.”

“A miniature horse,” he said, laughing.

“Good point,” she said, nudging his arm with hers. Nothing she hadn’t done before, but it felt different this time.

“I’ll show you our office,” he said. “It sounds funny to say that. I’ve never had to share anything with anyone other than my freshman year of college having a room with Spencer.”

“How much of a slob was he?” she asked. “His room was bad the few times I visited.”

“When it was just the two of us in one room he wasn’t too bad. He kept most of it to his side. Once we moved into the quad, I didn’t care,” he said, laughing. “I never went in there.”

No reason to say the only times he went in was to make sure his buddy wasn’t puking in his bed from a party the night before. They’d had each other’s back from day one.

There was a rule between them: neither of them got shitfaced on the same night so they could watch the other.

God only knows what other drunk college kids did or could be accused of.

It was something his parents had drilled into his head as a Bond and being a target.

If he wanted to let loose, he needed a wingman, and Spencer had been the most loyal friend he could have had in his life.

“I don’t blame you,” she said. “I tried to stay out of his room too. My mother made him keep the door shut because of the smell. I hope he’s not like that now.”

“He’s not,” he said, laughing. “Trust me.”

Hard to bring a woman home if you were.

“Glad to know he changed,” she said. “I’ve never been to his place. Just haven’t had the opportunity to go to New York City between school and working over the summer.”

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