Page 21 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

Pinks’ mouth fell open, and his ears turned red. “Me?”

“Do you see me talking to anyone else?” Galent smirked.

“The wall?”

Galent snorted and closed the distance between them, cupping the back of Pinks’ head. He tipped Pinks’ face up to meet his gaze. “You are really something else, Pinks... What’s your last name?”

“Whiteclaw,” Pinks said, a shadow darting through his eyes.

“Pinks Whiteclaw.” There was a story there, but Galent would not ask for it today. He wasn’t ready to talk about his own family, either. “I should be washing off this gunk. It smells like glue.”

“Don’t turn into a rock in the bathroom,” Pinks grumbled without heat.

“I will certainly be rock-hard.” Galent raked his gaze down Pinks’ utterly lickable chest.

Pinks rolled his eyes, but his blush went to his hairline.

Galent kept his ears open as he slipped into the only bathroom in the safehouse. He found a large bath towel and hung it up, before shedding his clothes. Just in case, though, he left the bathroom door unlocked.

Elsewhere in the house, Pinks talked to Zarrie, scooping her up and making her giggle. Galent stepped into the shower and turned the spray as hot as it could go.

Like it had for the past week, the change took him by surprise.

One moment, Galent was reaching up to scrub his hair. The next moment, he couldn’t move, and everything faded to gray.

When he blinked again,the shower was off. The bathroom door was wide open, and the TV was on in the living room.

Galent heaved a sigh. How much time had he lost?

He turned the shower back on, waited for the water to run hot again, and finished his shower. It was only when he’d dried off, that he realized he had no clean clothes in this place.

Galent wrapped the towel around his waist, picking up his phone. Someone had taken it out of his pants and put it on the bathroom counter.

Footsteps thudded. Pinks skidded past the bathroom doorway and grabbed the wall to haul himself back.

“I answered your phone,” he blurted. “It kept ringing.”

Galent paused in unlocking his phone. “Do I want to know who you spoke with?”

Pinks’ face went through a few different emotions. “I spoke with... Handsome.”

Galent sighed. “Did he mention that he’s my butler, and that he lives to make my life miserable?”

“Not at first,” Pinks said hesitantly, his expression pinched.

“Who did you think you were...” Galent paused. “Did you think he was my boyfriend?”

“Why else would you call him Handsome on your phone?” Pinks cried. “After you gave me that massage, I thought you—When I saw his name on your phone...”

Galent winced. “Yeah. He’s never told me his birth name. I only know him as Handsome. It’s... It’s always odd when I speak to him, especially in front of other people. Sorry. I should’ve warned you.”

And now Handsome was going to humiliate Galent when Galent called him.

Pinks shrugged, glancing at Galent’s chest, then looking away. “I had to step in here. It sounded like you’d stopped moving, and the shower just kept running. And your phone kept ringing.”

“How long was I in here for?”

“Four hours.”

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