Page 176 of Never Fall for an Angel

“You didn’t.”

“And if I did?”

She shakes her head, but there’s a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“I can’t even be mad. I should have known.”

“Go start the shower,” I swat her ass. “I’ll be in in a minute.”

She climbs off my lap, and I watch her go, stretching my arms out over my head. I’m stiff after ten hours of sleep, but it was worth it just to hold my wife.

Mywife. My fucking wife.

Rising from the lounge, I move to unbutton my jeans, but before I can, a sound catches me off guard.

What the fuck was that?

I listen intently to the dull hum of something electronic going off in the bedroom, my heart coming to a slow, screeching stop. Stepping into the bedroom, the sound of the shower filters through the open bathroom door when I enter. I pause as the vibrations continue.

What the fuck?

Going over to the bed, I move the pillows and the sheets. Nothing.

The vibration dies.

Then, almost immediately, it starts up again.

Grabbing the corner of the mattress, I lift it up, and there, indented into the bottom, is a goddamned phone.

Picking it up, I let the mattress fall with a deafening thud.

A number I recognize flashes on the screen, and I silence it, unlocking the cheap little burner phone and scrolling through the call logs. No messages have been sent, but about a dozen calls have been made in the last week to one single number in none other than Los Angeles, California.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

“I can explain.”

It feels like someone stuck a branding iron in my chest. My hand closes around the shitty little flip phone, red clouding my vision.

She’s been fucking calling Savannah.

She’s beencallingSavannah.

I can feel Mila’s presence in the doorway behind me. I can’t turn around, though, because if I do, I know I’ll fucking scare her because all I want to do is bend her over the side of the bed and spank her ass.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

She’s silent, and her fear is palpable.

“I just wanted to speak to her . . .” she breathes. “It’s been so long—”

“Do you know how easy it is to track a cell phone?” I reply, my tone calm despite the war waging inside me.

“I-I didn’t—”

My self-control snaps, and with a growl, I throw the phone as hard as I can at the ground, shattering it into a million pieces.

Mila lets out a yelp, and when I turn back to her, she’s pressed into the wall like she can slip through it and disappear.

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