Page 33 of Fallen Angel
“Even me?” Brooke said, smiling sweetly as she came into the room. “JK,” she laughed. Then she looked around. “Where’s Angel?”
Ethan raised a brow at her. “Why are you so interested in Angel? I thought you weren’t a fan.”
“Keep up, Ethan. I absolutely adore her and her donuts.” She offered him a coffee. “Right now, you’re too busy to play here with the boys. You have some messages up on your desk.”
He took the steaming mug and started up the stairs, but then he turned and looked down at Brooke. “I’m glad you warmed to Angel.”
Brooke smiled. “She’s a special girl, Ethan. Real genuine.”
With a nod of approval, he climbed the rest of the stairs to his office to catch up on business.
Ten minutes later, there was a quick rapping on the door before Nathan peered inside. “Is it cool if I come in, boss?”
Ethan waved him in. “Does Angel’s car check out?”
Nathan nodded. “Her car’s fine. It’s Angel that doesn’t check out.”
Ethan stood up. “What are you talking about?”
Brows drawn, Nathan looked down at the clipboard in his hand. “I thought you said her last name was Sullivan?”
“It is,” Ethan said impatiently, a feeling of foreboding creeping into his mind. “Her name is Angel Sullivan.”
“Not according to her registration,” Nathan said, passing Ethan the clipboard.
Ethan snatched it from Nathan’s hand and skimmed over the paper.
Then his heart sank.
