Page 146 of Kiss an Angel

Brady started cussing.

Alex’s eyes narrowed.

And Sheba Quest, the queen of the center ring, swept past all three of them, head high, bright auburn hair flying like a circus banner.

Brady caught up with her just before she got to the back door, but before he could speak, she turned on him and jabbed him in the chest as hard as she could with her index finger.

“Don’t you ever again say that I’m not a good person!”

Slowly a smile replaced the look of shock on his face. Without a word, he bent down, drove his shoulder into her belly, and carried her out of the top.

Daisy shook her head in bewilderment and gazed at Alex as they knelt together in the sawdust. “Sheba set all this up. She knew Brady and I wouldn’t be able to resist eavesdropping. She understood how I felt, and she set this up so I’d believe you really loved me.”

His eyes flicked over her, and they were as hard as amber and coldly furious. “Not another word.”

She opened her mouth.

“Not a word!”

His pride had been badly battered, and he wasn’t taking this at all well. She knew she had to act quickly. After everything they’d been through, she wasn’t going to lose him now.

With all her might, she shoved against his chest. She caught him by surprise, and he sprawled backward into the sawdust. Before he could right himself, she threw her body on top of his.

‘Don’t get stupid, Alex. I mean it.” She grabbed handfuls of us crisp, dark hair in her fists. “I’m begging you. We’ve come too far for you to get stupid on me now; I’ve done enough of that for both of us. But a lot of it was your fault; you know it was. All that talk about how you couldn’t love. And then when you really did love me, I thought it was guilt. I should have known. I should have—”

“Let me up, Daisy.”

He could easily throw her off, but she knew he wouldn’t do it because of the baby. And because he loved her.

She plastered herself flat on top of him, wrapping her arms in a stranglehold around his neck, pressing her cheek to the side of his head. She flattened her torso and legs against his and let her toes curl on top of his ankles. “I don’t think so. You’re in a temper right now, but you’ll be all right in a couple of minutes, as soon as you have a chance to think everything over, and until then, I’m not letting you do anything you’re going to regret.”

She thought she could feel his body beginning to relax, but she didn’t shift her weight because he was tricky and this could be a ploy to catch her off guard.

“Get up now, Daisy.”

“No.”

“You’re going to be sorry.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me for anything.”

“Who said anything about hurting?”

“You’re mad.”

“I’ve been happier.”

“You’re really mad about what she made you do.”

“She didn’t make me do anything.”

“She sure did.” Daisy drew her head back far enough so she could grin down into his scowling face. “She got you good, Alex. She really did. If we have a girl, we may name her Sheba.”

“Over my dead body.”

She curled into his neck again and just waited like that, lying peacefully on top of him as if he were the world’s best orthopedic mattress.

His lips brushed her ear.

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