Page 209 of Never Fall for an Angel

I can’t stop the wicked grin from pulling in my lips at my little wife’s neediness. How bad she wants me.

“Jesus, are you two done yet?”

Mila jumps away from me at the sound of Levi’s voice behind us, but I don’t move. I love the blush that lights her cheeks, like we’re two teenagers caught in the act and not husband and wife in our garage.

I chuckle under my breath, brushing my lips across hers one more time before I help her down from the hood.

“What’s got you in such a pissy mood?” I ask Levi as he stomps past us towards the house.

“Women,” he grumbles before the door shuts behind him.

Mila stares after him, worry on her pretty face.

“Let me speak to him for a moment,” I tell her, taking her hand with a chuckle to help her down. “Then, we’ll take your car for a test drive.”

MILA

What did Lily have to say tonight?”

Christian walks me up the front walk to our house. We’ve just arrived home after we drove my new car into the city to have dinner with the kids from Home of Hope.

He drove, of course, because watching Christian drive is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, but we drovemycar and that’s something I never thought I’d get to say.

From living a life on the run to a homeowner, fancy SUV driver, and wife, all in the course of a year.

My mother would be proud.

And then it remember the phone burning in my pocket.

I want to call her. I just don’t know if I’m ready to hear her voice. The disappointment I’m sure she feels because I ran.

How do you come back from that?

“She wants us to visit more.”

He chuckles under his breath, his hand tightening around mine.

“She likes you.”

“She likesyou, too,” I correct him.

Christian pulls me to a stop on the porch of our house, reaching for me. He takes my face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

“I have to go meet up with Levi before we go to bed. Go inside; I’ll be in in a minute.”

“Okay,” I smile. “Don’t be too long. I’m going to go start a shower.”

His chuckle ends with a groan. He swats my ass, and I smirk at him over my shoulder, making my way inside.

The room is warm against my cool skin when I step inside, patting Phantom on the head when he trots over to me happily from his fancy new dog bed.

And Christian thought he was going to shoot him. The man’s just as attached as I am now.

“I don’t know,” I muse, his bag of food in my hand. “Have you been a good boy today?”

He stares at me expectantly.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

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