Page 220 of Never Fall for an Angel

The moment of tenderness strikes me, but when I close my eyes, breathing deeply, he presses his lips to my forehead, his kiss lingering on a quiet groan.

“What happened to Collin?” I ask, but I’m not sure he heard me.

“I took care of it,” he says quietly, his knuckles brushing down the side of my face. “I’d do anything for you.”

I want to open my mouth and tell him I love him, but my mind and my body are not working as a team. Sleep is pulling me under, my brain growing foggy. Even still . . . I don’t miss his quiet voice rising above it all.

“Sleep, Mila. We’ll be here when you wake up.”

“I can do it, Christian.”

“So can I.”

I growl at him under my breath, sliding from his arms into the bed. He situates me against the pillows, propping one up behind me so I can watch the TV he had installed last week. Stepping back from the bed, he covers me up, tucking me in like a child.

“Better?”

“I can walk myself from the bathroom.”

“And I can carry you.”

Asshole.

“Is this how it’s going to be if we ever decide to have children?”

“There’s no deciding anything. You’ll have all my babies whenever this shit is over.”

My cheeks flame, and my heartbeat pitter-patters in my chest.

“Enough,” My mother scolds, rushing to the other side of the bed. “You’ll stress her out. Let me brush your hair, Mila.”

“I’m stressing her out, am I? You can’t brush curls,” Christian scoffs. “Everyone knows that.”

Yep. This is my life now. I can’t decide who’s more of a helicopter nurse. My mother or my husband.

“Can both of you back up, please? My show is on.”

“Look,” Mom snaps at Christian. “You’ve gone and gotten her addicted to television.”

Rolling my eyes, I throw the comforter over my head. Neither one notices. They don’t notice anything unless it has to do with their daily pissing match.

“She’s not addicted. She’s a grown woman who was stabbed. And in case you forgot, my wife.”

“Stabbed underyourprotection,” Mom fires back. “And forced.”

“And she has the option to divorce me at any moment.”

Mom scoffs. “How noble of you.”

“Honestly, you both suck right now,” I grumble from under the covers, but neither listens to me.

I may as well be mute.

Deciding I’ve had enough of listening to the two people I love most in the world rip each other to shreds, I grab the remote, steadily turning the TV up higher until they’re forced to fall silent.

Both stare at me in annoyance and disbelief.

I stare at the TV.

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