Page 62 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

Handsome put the book away and rubbed his jaw. “Tell you what. I’ll tell you all the stories Lord Fangy has made me promise not to tell anyone.”

“I’ll fire you,” Galent snarled from further inside the safehouse.

“I want the stories,” Pinks said.

Handsome smiled gleefully. “Deal.”

“Sweety-Pinks!” Galent came charging up to the front door, looking betrayed.

Pinks stretched out his arms and faced him, defending Handsome. “I want my stories.”

“They’re terrible. Worse than the bathroom.” Galent looked beseechingly at him.

“Nothing can be worse than the bathroom,” Pinks griped.

“Oh?What happened in the bathroom?” Handsome asked eagerly. “You don’t even have to say it out loud. You can just whisper it, and I’ll hear you from across the mansion.”

“M-mansion?” Pinks stuttered, his brain grinding to a halt. But it only made sense. How else could Galent carry hundreds of dollars in his wallet, and just as readily give it away? “I thought it was just a house.”

Galent shrugged. “It’s a smaller place than what my parents used to live in.”

That sounded insane.

“I’ll trade you all of Lord Fangy’s childhood photos for the bathroom story,” Handsome said solemnly.

“No,” Galent growled. “No one wants to see me as ababy.”

Pinks chewed his lip. “Maybe.”

Galent’s mouth fell open. “But...”

Handsome rubbed his hands together and smiled brilliantly. “Good. By the way, I promise not to jerk off listening to you two have wild animal sex.”

That hadn’t evenoccurredto Pinks. “Oh, gods.”

“Handsome,” Galent growled.

“If I have any comments, I’ll keep it between me and my brothers,” Handsome added. “You won’t hear about it.”

Pinks buried his face in his hands.

“We’re leaving.” Galent all but shoved them toward the nondescript black SUV, except he paused. “Damn it. I can’t pick up Zarrie.”

Pinks went in to bundle Zarrie into her traveling blanket. Galent disassembled her playpen, and fitted it into the back of the car.

“What about the pictures on the bedroom wall?” Galent asked. “The ones from magazines.”

“Oh.” Pinks had cut out the landscape photos just for some decoration—none of it actually meant anything. “We can leave those behind. They’re not really mine.”

Galent frowned. “But you have a home, right? A place where your actual things are?”

Pinks nodded. “I haven’t been back in a while. I—I don’t know if it’s all still there. Maybe my landlord decided that he didn’t want to wait for my late rent, and threw out everything.”

Galent scowled. “When we get rid of this curse, we’ll go retrieve your belongings.”

That was the other thing—Pinks hadn’t thought he was moving inpermanentlywith Galent. “Really? You want me to move in with you?”

“Of course.” Galent came closer, his gaze turning soft as he ran his knuckles over Pinks’ belly. “How else am I supposed to help care for our baby?”

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