Page 10 of By An Angel's Grace

He kissed me and I kissed him back, then breaking the kiss so I could stand up and not let myself drown in him, as nice a death as that would be.

“No really, I’m hungry for you, sure, but I also need real food.”

“Breakfast should be served soon.”

“Awesome.”

I set about getting dressed and loved how closely he watched me. Once fully clothed, we packed up our bags. We were just about finished when we heard a bell ring somewhere in the house.

“Ah, breakfast.” Tab held out a hand to me and I took it, letting him lead me to the dining room.

Best. Breakfast. Ever.

Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and orange juice but bacon. Everything is awesome when bacon is involved.

We ate with gusto, sitting side by side, our free hands entwined under the table like a couple of besotted teenagers that didn’t want to let each other go. It was fantastic, and I couldn’t ever remember a time I was happier.

That was until Tab led me outside. Sitting where the Harley, Gabriel had given me yesterday, had been was a shiny, new, black Suzuki GSXR.

“Oh, you know me so well!” I cried and Tab laughed.

“The Harley is far more comfortable than this for long distances. Are you sure you would still prefer it?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, but absolutely… where’s yours?” I asked.

Tab chuckled. “I am afraid motorcycles are much more your speed, my heart.”

“And yours?” I asked curiously. His wings unfolded, the sun glimmering off the crimson feathers.

“I would much prefer flying.”

“I should have figured.” I couldn’t be jealous, not with this beautiful machine in front of me. His beautiful, beautiful machine that I couldn’t wait to open up.

Tab distracted me, pulling me tightly into his arms and kissing me fiercely. When he broke the kiss, he smiled at me lovingly and said, “Remember, never ride faster than your guardian angel can fly.”

I laughed and held him tight. nodding, “I think I can manage that but just how fast can you fly, anyway?”

“Fast enough. Even so, this is our destination for tonight.” He handed me a slip of paper with an address in his elegant script. He gestured toward the GPS mounted on the bike and I went over to it, straddling my new and beautiful gift to punch it in.

When I was through, Tab handed me my helmet and, apparently my passport in the name of Tabitha Serenity St. Peter. I looked up at him and he laughed.

“Gabriel?” I asked.

“Gabriel,” he affirmed.

“Just once I’d like to score one on him. He’s been kicking my ass lately.”

“And what a beautiful and shapely ass it is, Cupcake!”

I rolled my eyes. “Seriously?”

He stuck out his lip in a pout. “What, you didn’t like my Harley?”

“It was beautiful,” I said. “I just have a very real need for speed. What can I say? I love me my rice-powered vehicles.”

“Fair enough. Be safe and have fun.”

“Thanks Gabriel.” I put out my arms and Gabriel hugged me tight.

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