Page 23 of Breathe
Closing his eyes, he savored the sugary taste.
A sound popped his eyes open to find Real standing in the doorway.
Azrael licked the cream from his lips. Real’s eyelids narrowed.
Azrael scooped up another bite of ice cream and slowly slid it into his mouth.
Real’s hands fisted.
Azrael slid his tongue over the back of the spoon.
Real stared. From here, it looked like the warrior’s whole body was carved from granite.
Azrael liked to think that it was a reaction to him, but there must be something else going on.
“You’re up late.”
His words seemed to snap Real out of whatever had held him in the doorway, because the warrior literally shook himself.
“I have an errand to run.”
An errand? More like a booty call, Azrael thought snidely.
“What errand?” he asked.
Real suddenly stalked closer and took the spoon from his hand. Surprised, Azrael let go of the handle and gazed wide-eyedwhen Real scooped out a bite of ice cream and held it out to his lips.
Dutifully, Azrael opened his mouth and took the creamy goodness from the spoon.
“What happened to your hand?” Real’s intense gaze glittered when he zeroed in on his wrapped fingers.
“Nothing.” Azrael tipped his chin up. “What errand?” he asked again.
Real sighed and handed him back the spoon. “Eat your ice cream and I’ll be back before you know it.”
That was a dodge to his question if ever there was one, and Real had used feeding him to do it. The distraction had worked, but only for a second.
With his heart in his throat, he watched Real until he left the kitchen.
Wherewashe going?
He knew he wouldn’t sleep until Real came back. Was he just supposed to sit here and wait?
Screw that!
Azrael was up and running to the cabinet where Dave kept the keys to his fleet of vehicles. The man owned a multitude of cars and SUVs and had several that they were allowed to use.
Azrael took the keys of a black SUV and ran out without his shoes to the underground garage. Starting the vehicle, he drove out of the garage just in time to see Real’s jeep pull through the front gate.
After the jeep turned onto the street, Azrael pulled up, and the guard waved him through before the rolling gate could start to close.
Azrael wasn’t experienced at tailing people, but he would give it a try. Anxiety made him nervous and his palms grew sweaty around the wheel.
It was busy, but then any city in California had traffic pretty much all night long. He stayed behind Real’s jeep with a few cars between them for the next several miles.
Where was Real going? Why had he taken that spoon and fed him ice cream?
Didn’t Real know that was right out of his fantasies?
