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I am the Antichrist. At least not in the way most people mean it. Bottom line is, they think you can bring on the Apocalypse. Ryannon shook her head, looking at him as though he was a bit slow-witted. They want you to bring it on. Their leader, Hezekiah, has told them that the time has come. He could only tolerate so much of the crazy, even in pursuit of pussy. He rose swiftly to his feet, though he immediately regretted it. The room seemed to sway for a moment before he regained his equilibrium.

My head is liable to fall off if I listen to any more of this bullshit. After several unsuccessful attempts to move her to the door, he finally stopped trying and slumped back into his seat. Just tell in me in simple language what the fuck is going on. How the hell can you be like an angel?

Then she embarked on a tale that made Gabriel wish he had a whole bag of seriously good shit. Angels really. My own mother calls me demon spawn, and she should know. I even have sex.

Surely that disqualifies me from angeldom? Besides a little logic could hardly make the situation worse. Have you ever tried to use your wings? Focus, concentrate on your wings. Gabriel stared at her for a long moment. She just stared back, obviously waiting for him to do…something. Clearly she was nuts, and apparently he was too, because he found himself focusing on wings as though it were the most normal thing in the world. Besides, once he finished this little experiment, he was getting her out of his house even if he had to call for backup.

He closed his eyes so he could concentrate, and suddenly they were there. He felt them before he saw them, but he opened his eyes, and they were there. Roslyn Hardy Holcomb 10 Gabriel rose to his feet, looking from one wing to the other.

She frowned. What were you expecting? Did you really expect me to believe it? They looked somewhat incongruous with his destroyed jeans, not to mention his bare feet and chest. He felt that he should be wearing a long, flowing snow-white robe of some sort. Last year, he started saying it would happen this year. And after all this time, he finally gave a date. Are you one? My parents were, but they left when I was still a kid.

I mean, other than the obvious. What did he do? How old were you? So, are you a witch? I just know stuff. Now that he knew he had wings, it all seemed amazingly commonplace. The sophisticated electronics housed there stood out against the dingy walls of his apartment.

He did some music production work from time to time and had several keyboards as well as various tuners and speakers. At the moment, 12 Roslyn Hardy Holcomb though, he was only interested in the state-of-the-art computer that sat in the middle of the desk. He sat down in the office chair that faced the computer. Hezekiah keeps a low profile.

Unfortunately she was right. There was very little information. There was an occasional blurb when the church did some good deed or another, but very little concrete information on them, not even so much as a photograph. Even their address was a PO Box.

They mainly recruit by word of mouth, so very few people even know about them. Gabriel took another deep breath. Hezekiah will be back for you. Must be a character flaw. I was thinking more in line with a simple police report on the attack.

I think getting away for a while is a better plan. His eyes felt as though they were trying to escape his head, and at this point, he was prepared to let them go. He was in no shape to go anywhere, but really, what choice did he have?

She was right. Running was probably their best option. Of course, that led right back to his first question. October I just know. His colors tell me that. There was all kinds of speculation about him, and it ran the gamut and straddled both sides of the law. You can make them go away, though. Focus on them going away, and they will. He immediately missed them and almost wished them back. It was a chilly late September morning, but he wore only a T-shirt, jeans, and heavy steel-toed boots.

Dude was damned scary looking. But from the cool colors that made up his aura, she could tell that she had nothing to worry about, though for the type of help they needed, the criminal element might be necessary. When Gabriel made the introductions, she immediately recognized the man as the proprietor of the club where Gabriel worked.

Did you finally come to your senses and call me to take you to the hospital? He gestured for Pink to do the same. A month at the most. She shook her head. Atlanta is a great town to go underground.

Small-town people talk; in big cities they keep to themselves. This time by Gabriel. He shook his head sharply, the movement quickly followed by a groan of obvious pain. She walked over to him and placed her hand on the back of his neck. He looked up at her touch, and she looked down at him.

It was all she could do not to gasp. The man was gorgeous. Would she go to hell for crushing on an angel? And he was a trumpet player too? He was probably knee-deep in panties by the time he finished his sets. Who could resist? Though he looked pretty haggard right now, the frankly appreciative look in his amber-colored gaze was enough to make her uncomfortable.

I just need some more Advil. Will you get it and some water for me? His bedroom was small but neat. The bed was unmade, but aside from an ice pack, there was no clutter on the nightstand or the chest of drawers that flanked the large bed. A small cooler, still filled with ice, was on the floor next to the bed as well.

After detouring to the kitchenette to get the water, she walked back over to Gabriel and Pink. Their low voices had continued while she completed her task, and she suspected that Gabriel had gotten rid of her so he could talk to Pink privately. The phone inside the condo will be secure as well. Pink started walking toward the door, but stopped and turned around as though another thought had occurred to him. Pink frowned as though he was thinking. After a few more remonstrations for them to be careful, Pink left the apartment.

Ryannon immediately turned on Gabriel. Pain had left his eyes red-rimmed and slightly bloodshot and had lent a grayish cast to his swarthy complexion. What was the man thinking?

You know these people. He was right. Besides, what else could she have done? Do they know where you live? What am I going to do about my cat? More witch stereotypes. Geometry has been with me since I was a kid. I did mention that I got her when I was only fourteen, right? She has quite a nasty attitude with pretty much everyone but me.

It would be all too easy for her to mysteriously disappear. She held out her arms so he could see the long scratches that adorned each one. He whistled through his teeth. So if we go to your place right away, we should be able to get out undetected. Besides, how much trouble can one small cat be? As he followed Ryannon into the apartment, there was a large gray blur as the feline launched herself at him. Ryannon grabbed the cat as she tried to jump at him again.

Are you okay? Aside from its bright turquoise blue eyes, the cat looked like a huge bundle of long gray fur. I need to pack a bag too. Have a seat. The large velvet sofa was a deep plum color with a rainbow of silk pillows scattered over it. The silk curtains at the windows and plush rug on the floor looked luxurious and seductive, at least it would have if not for the crystals on every flat surface. Some were as large as a basketball, and the range of colors was almost blinding.

Sitting in a place of honor on the low coffee table was a large crystal ball. Its presence made Gabriel wonder if she did readings from home or if this was her personal style. Judging by the bohemian way she dressed, he guessed it was the latter. Gabriel took a seat on the sofa, which was so comfortable that he slipped into a light doze while he waited for Ryannon to return.

He stood immediately to take the bag from her. She looked up at him, a frown marring her pretty features. I thought you were a fortune-teller? I also sell things in my shop, essential oils, crystals, and a few other items. If he could manage to avoid triggering the Apocalypse, this little adventure might even be fun.

Pink said not to use our cell phones. She knows about my talents, but I never told her about growing up with the Redeemers or any of this stuff. I would prefer to come out of this situation without ending up in one of those oh-sofashionable wraparound jackets.

It seemed like an odd place to go to hide, but as Ryannon thought about it, hiding in plain sight began to make sense. Now, as she stood in the middle of the very posh condo, she realized that at least some questions were in order. It would harsh her mellow, not to mention seriously wreck her karma. He did look rather tired, though. He opened the door, and she heard the soft click as he flipped the light switch.

There was a long pause; then he turned toward her again.

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An enormous chandelier hung over the bed, which like all the furniture was classic French provincial. Ryannon tried to imagine gruff Pink in the room, and her giggles intensified. Do you think it comes with a prince to kiss me awake in the morning? You might want to let me get Geo first.

Ryannon had to smile at the incongruous visual of her vividly patterned patchwork duffel bag on the chrome luggage rack. After ensuring that Geometry was okay, she left the bedroom to prepare dinner. The kitchen was large and well stocked. After checking out the pantry and refrigerator, she decided to heat up some soup and make grilled cheese sandwiches. She was just flipping the last sandwich when Gabriel made an appearance.

Even wet, his hair was beginning to regain its curl. One precocious lock had escaped and lay enticingly against his high forehead. Ryannon plated the sandwiches and ladled the soup into bowls. The man is obsessed with good food. Ryannon tasted her soup. Just as Gabriel had predicted, it was delicious. They finished their meal quickly. Will you be okay if I catch a few? But circumstances altered cases, and if a gun could keep her from being captured by the Redeemers, she could always cleanse her aura later.

There were four shelves in the small closet as well as hooks and racks for hanging garments. It was empty now save for a large box on the center shelf and what she immediately recognized as a shotgun on the bottom shelf. Gabriel picked the weapon up. Ryannon frowned, pretty sure that there was no such thing as a gun that was perfect for her. Just point the muzzle toward the center of his body and pull the trigger. And sometimes just the sound of the shell being jacked into the chamber is enough to stop even the craziest motherfucker in his tracks.

My old man was quite an outdoorsman. Not my thing really, but I know my way around them. She watched as Gabriel continued going through the box. There was another stack of cash, two cell phones, and what looked like passports. Gabriel handed her one of the cell phones, pausing for a moment to lean against the door frame of the closet. He picked up the shotgun and ammunition and walked into the living room. The weapon, with its shortened barrel and battered wooden stock sawed off at the midway point, looked incongruous in the elegantly decorated living room.

He walked her through the procedure of unloading and reloading the magazine and the chamber. She struggled with it; the weapon was awkward, the mechanism a bit stiff in her small hands.

When she was finally comfortable with those maneuvers, Gabriel taught her to chamber a shell. Her head snapped back as she looked up at him in shock at his use of the endearment. His eyes met hers as his frown intensified. Gabriel nodded as she chucked the shells out of the chamber again. Keeping it in your room under your bed is probably best. I brought some books, and there are a lot of movies here too.

Gabriel leaned forward and briefly touched her lips with his before casually turning and walking to his room. She could all but feel his lips still against hers. What the hell was he thinking? He could tell she was scared to death of the damned thing, but she was a game one.

It was all he could do not to grab her and kiss her; especially when her lips separated just a bit, and the tip of her tongue peeked out as she concentrated on her task. He wanted to taste that tongue. Actually he wanted to taste every square inch of that compact little body, but first he wanted to spend an entire day just sucking on that tongue.

Just thinking about his last relationship made him queasy. When would he learn to stay away from head cases? Hardly the reaction he was accustomed to, then again, he knew he looked like hell at the moment. Of course, maybe she was simply responding to the notion of being courted while they were on the run with a passel of crazy people on their tail. He had to agree.

This was hardly the time for him to be interested in sex. He laughed bitterly. Tell that to his cock. His last thought before he drifted off to sleep was the most disturbing one of all. What if it was more than just sex? Disoriented for a moment, she glanced over at the snow-white chair where Geometry had taken up residence.

She sighed. That chair would be covered in long gray hair in no time. She needed to find something to cover it. Given the aromas coming from the kitchen, Gabriel was already up and cooking. The grumble in her stomach compelled her to follow the delicious smells. After freshening up in the spacious bathroom, she went to the kitchen, stopping short at the sight in front of her.

Gabriel turned away from the counter where he was removing waffles from the waffle iron. Ryannon took a deep breath. The hair whirled across his flat stomach before arrowing down into the waistband of his low-slung jeans. There was something almost primal about the combination of skin and the glory that was his wings. Gabriel glanced at his appendages self-consciously. The almost six-foot wingspan glowed in an iridescent array of colors that complemented the golden hues of his aura.

She nodded to indicate his shirtless state. I do a trick that I learned from my old man. I fry the bacon on the waffle iron and then add the batter. No splatter, and it tastes fabulous. The fridge and pantry are fully stocked, but I only know how to cook breakfast food. They look delicious. She tucked into the delicious dish and watched in continuing amazement as he demolished his waffles in short order.

He looked at her with a raised brow. Before long, he was eating another large stack of waffles. Ryannon rose from the bar and began cleaning the kitchen.

He kept a neat apartment. Why did he leave the kitchen looking like a goat had exploded? Gabriel threw back his head, laughing at the consternation she knew must be present on her face. You cooked. Now that was unexpected. She took her time drying the bowl and putting it away. At the very least I should know why. She stared at him as he stood and walked around the counter to rinse his plate. He stooped to pick up the bowl, which was fortunately made of some unbreakable material and was undamaged by its precipitous fall.

Did the man stand upright for anything? Amazing how he said the most incredible things with almost casual aplomb. About me, that is. Ryannon thought about denying the attraction, then shucked the idea. Seems to be the story of my life. I never meet anyone at the right time. You might recall that the man did try to burn me at the stake. Somehow, despite his relaxed posture, she felt almost as though he was stalking her. She could feel her nipples pebbling under the soft cotton of her shirt.

Gabriel settled back even more comfortably on the counter, his wings glistening in the last rays of the setting sun streaming through the kitchen window. I pretty much play everything. Piano, guitar, and trumpet are my specialties, though. I had piano lessons as a child, but I have no talent in that area.

Her voice was amazing, but I thought you were spectacular. She always claims that people come to see her, not me.

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Remind me to tell you about it sometime. I feel like playing. He winced slightly as he sat down, his injuries obviously still bothering him. His bare skin was a bit much for her nerves to take. I have a massage oil that should help with that soreness.

That would be terrific. When she returned to the living room, Gabriel had removed his shirt 32 Roslyn Hardy Holcomb again. She came up behind him on the sofa.

His thick hair concealed the lump on the back of his head, but it only took a moment to find it. After pouring a small amount of the oil on her fingertips, she began a light scalp massage.

The growl that erupted from his throat was so sensuous that Ryannon hesitated for a moment. What is it? I make it up to sell in my shop. The main ingredients are blue chamomile and lavender with some black pepper for pain relief. I can smell that. Amazing that flowers could feel so good. She loved it when her services were appreciated. The blue chamomile is fifty bucks an ounce. Obviously they need to diversify. At this point Gabriel was practically purring.

She wondered if he knew his wings were moving almost like a dog wagging its tail. The feel of his muscles flowing under that golden tan skin… Her imagination played a vivid reel of what that skin would look like pressed against hers.

When she realized that she was touching him more for her pleasure than for his, she stepped away. This black pepper is deadly if you get it into your eyes. The running water soothed her nerves somewhat. This was hardly the time or the place, especially considering she was the reason he was in trouble to begin with. Of course, his cock was so hard he doubted he could walk, let alone chase her. He closed his eyes, struggling to think of anything, anything but the feel of those strong, soft hands sliding so efficiently over his flesh.

Poor thing. He glanced at the closed bathroom door.

Needing a distraction, he put his shirt back on and went into the bathroom to splash some water on his face in an effort to calm down. When he returned to the living room, Ryannon was seated on the couch flipping through the pages of a magazine.

Her cat was curled up beside her, and something about the way those turquoise eyes stared at him made him uncomfortable. He walked over to his trumpet case and removed the instrument before taking a seat in the chair opposite the sofa. He continued to play softly, letting his mood carry him.

Though he played with his eyes closed, he could feel Ryannon looking at him almost as intensely as he had felt her touch.

She waited until he paused before she asked a question. He liked that about her; she knew better than to interrupt him while he was playing. I teach a little, and I play in a quartet. Amazing how well weddings and gigs like that pay. Reading fortunes. Selling aromatherapy. Not to mention the occasional warning to an apocalyptic trigger. The soreness is almost gone, and the headache is gone. She probably did yoga. You mean there are more people like me? This is hardly a conversation I want to have in a hallway.

Even in his current battered state, he was pretty sure he could take on one undersized girl. He looked up and down the hallway of what even the most charitably minded could only call a tenement building before he gestured her into the apartment. Still holding the gun in one hand, he closed the door with the other, then leaned against it. Of course. I have a place over in Little Five Points. I read tarot. Tell fortunes. That kind of thing.

How did you know my name? After ensuring the safety was engaged, he carefully placed the gun on the coffee table. She nodded at the gun. For such a tiny thing, her legs were surprisingly long and shapely, and set off by denim capris and wedge-heeled sandals, they all but made his mouth water. The light cotton blouse she wore over the capris was belted, emphasizing a tiny waist and small breasts. Now unless you want to take its place, could we please just get to the point?

No way in hell did he want to hear the rest of this bizarre story. She was batshit crazy, but also crazy-hot. He sighed. Why was that always the way? The hotter they were, the crazier they were. If worse came to worst, he could always duct-tape her mouth. I am the Antichrist.

At least not in the way most people mean it. Bottom line is, they think you can bring on the Apocalypse. Ryannon shook her head, looking at him as though he was a bit slow-witted. They want you to bring it on. Their leader, Hezekiah, has told them that the time has come. He could only tolerate so much of the crazy, even in pursuit of pussy. He rose swiftly to his feet, though he immediately regretted it. The room seemed to sway for a moment before he regained his equilibrium.

My head is liable to fall off if I listen to any more of this bullshit. After several unsuccessful attempts to move her to the door, he finally stopped trying and slumped back into his seat. Just tell in me in simple language what the fuck is going on. How the hell can you be like an angel? Then she embarked on a tale that made Gabriel wish he had a whole bag of seriously good shit. Angels really. My own mother calls me demon spawn, and she should know.

I even have sex. Surely that disqualifies me from angeldom? Besides a little logic could hardly make the situation worse. Have you ever tried to use your wings? Focus, concentrate on your wings. Gabriel stared at her for a long moment. She just stared back, obviously waiting for him to do…something. Clearly she was nuts, and apparently he was too, because he found himself focusing on wings as though it were the most normal thing in the world.

Besides, once he finished this little experiment, he was getting her out of his house even if he had to call for backup. He closed his eyes so he could concentrate, and suddenly they were there. He felt them before he saw them, but he opened his eyes, and they were there. Roslyn Hardy Holcomb 10 Gabriel rose to his feet, looking from one wing to the other. She frowned.

What were you expecting? Did you really expect me to believe it? They looked somewhat incongruous with his destroyed jeans, not to mention his bare feet and chest. He felt that he should be wearing a long, flowing snow-white robe of some sort.

Last year, he started saying it would happen this year. And after all this time, he finally gave a date. Are you one? My parents were, but they left when I was still a kid. I mean, other than the obvious. What did he do? How old were you? So, are you a witch? I just know stuff.

Now that he knew he had wings, it all seemed amazingly commonplace. The sophisticated electronics housed there stood out against the dingy walls of his apartment. He did some music production work from time to time and had several keyboards as well as various tuners and speakers. At the moment, 12 Roslyn Hardy Holcomb though, he was only interested in the state-of-the-art computer that sat in the middle of the desk.

He sat down in the office chair that faced the computer. Hezekiah keeps a low profile. Unfortunately she was right. There was very little information. There was an occasional blurb when the church did some good deed or another, but very little concrete information on them, not even so much as a photograph. Even their address was a PO Box. They mainly recruit by word of mouth, so very few people even know about them.

Gabriel took another deep breath. Hezekiah will be back for you. Must be a character flaw. I was thinking more in line with a simple police report on the attack. I think getting away for a while is a better plan. His eyes felt as though they were trying to escape his head, and at this point, he was prepared to let them go. He was in no shape to go anywhere, but really, what choice did he have? She was right. Running was probably their best option. Of course, that led right back to his first question.

October I just know. His colors tell me that. There was all kinds of speculation about him, and it ran the gamut and straddled both sides of the law. You can make them go away, though. Focus on them going away, and they will. He immediately missed them and almost wished them back. It was a chilly late September morning, but he wore only a T-shirt, jeans, and heavy steel-toed boots. Dude was damned scary looking. But from the cool colors that made up his aura, she could tell that she had nothing to worry about, though for the type of help they needed, the criminal element might be necessary.

When Gabriel made the introductions, she immediately recognized the man as the proprietor of the club where Gabriel worked. Did you finally come to your senses and call me to take you to the hospital? He gestured for Pink to do the same. A month at the most. She shook her head. Atlanta is a great town to go underground. Small-town people talk; in big cities they keep to themselves.

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This time by Gabriel. He shook his head sharply, the movement quickly followed by a groan of obvious pain. She walked over to him and placed her hand on the back of his neck.

He looked up at her touch, and she looked down at him. It was all she could do not to gasp. The man was gorgeous. Would she go to hell for crushing on an angel? And he was a trumpet player too? He was probably knee-deep in panties by the time he finished his sets. Who could resist?

Though he looked pretty haggard right now, the frankly appreciative look in his amber-colored gaze was enough to make her uncomfortable. I just need some more Advil. Will you get it and some water for me?

His bedroom was small but neat. The bed was unmade, but aside from an ice pack, there was no clutter on the nightstand or the chest of drawers that flanked the large bed. A small cooler, still filled with ice, was on the floor next to the bed as well.

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After detouring to the kitchenette to get the water, she walked back over to Gabriel and Pink. Their low voices had continued while she completed her task, and she suspected that Gabriel had gotten rid of her so he could talk to Pink privately. The phone inside the condo will be secure as well. Pink started walking toward the door, but stopped and turned around as though another thought had occurred to him.

Pink frowned as though he was thinking. After a few more remonstrations for them to be careful, Pink left the apartment. Ryannon immediately turned on Gabriel. Pain had left his eyes red-rimmed and slightly bloodshot and had lent a grayish cast to his swarthy complexion. What was the man thinking? You know these people. He was right. Besides, what else could she have done? Do they know where you live? What am I going to do about my cat?

More witch stereotypes. Geometry has been with me since I was a kid. I did mention that I got her when I was only fourteen, right?

She has quite a nasty attitude with pretty much everyone but me. It would be all too easy for her to mysteriously disappear. She held out her arms so he could see the long scratches that adorned each one. He whistled through his teeth. So if we go to your place right away, we should be able to get out undetected. Besides, how much trouble can one small cat be? As he followed Ryannon into the apartment, there was a large gray blur as the feline launched herself at him. Ryannon grabbed the cat as she tried to jump at him again.

Are you okay? Aside from its bright turquoise blue eyes, the cat looked like a huge bundle of long gray fur.

I need to pack a bag too. Have a seat. The large velvet sofa was a deep plum color with a rainbow of silk pillows scattered over it. The silk curtains at the windows and plush rug on the floor looked luxurious and seductive, at least it would have if not for the crystals on every flat surface.

Some were as large as a basketball, and the range of colors was almost blinding. Sitting in a place of honor on the low coffee table was a large crystal ball. Its presence made Gabriel wonder if she did readings from home or if this was her personal style. Judging by the bohemian way she dressed, he guessed it was the latter. Gabriel took a seat on the sofa, which was so comfortable that he slipped into a light doze while he waited for Ryannon to return.

He stood immediately to take the bag from her. She looked up at him, a frown marring her pretty features. I thought you were a fortune-teller? I also sell things in my shop, essential oils, crystals, and a few other items.

If he could manage to avoid triggering the Apocalypse, this little adventure might even be fun. Pink said not to use our cell phones. She knows about my talents, but I never told her about growing up with the Redeemers or any of this stuff. I would prefer to come out of this situation without ending up in one of those oh-sofashionable wraparound jackets. It seemed like an odd place to go to hide, but as Ryannon thought about it, hiding in plain sight began to make sense.

Now, as she stood in the middle of the very posh condo, she realized that at least some questions were in order. It would harsh her mellow, not to mention seriously wreck her karma. He did look rather tired, though. He opened the door, and she heard the soft click as he flipped the light switch.

There was a long pause; then he turned toward her again. An enormous chandelier hung over the bed, which like all the furniture was classic French provincial.

Ryannon tried to imagine gruff Pink in the room, and her giggles intensified. Do you think it comes with a prince to kiss me awake in the morning? You might want to let me get Geo first. Ryannon had to smile at the incongruous visual of her vividly patterned patchwork duffel bag on the chrome luggage rack. After ensuring that Geometry was okay, she left the bedroom to prepare dinner.

The kitchen was large and well stocked. After checking out the pantry and refrigerator, she decided to heat up some soup and make grilled cheese sandwiches.

She was just flipping the last sandwich when Gabriel made an appearance. Even wet, his hair was beginning to regain its curl. One precocious lock had escaped and lay enticingly against his high forehead. Ryannon plated the sandwiches and ladled the soup into bowls.

The man is obsessed with good food. Ryannon tasted her soup. Just as Gabriel had predicted, it was delicious. They finished their meal quickly. Will you be okay if I catch a few? But circumstances altered cases, and if a gun could keep her from being captured by the Redeemers, she could always cleanse her aura later.

There were four shelves in the small closet as well as hooks and racks for hanging garments. It was empty now save for a large box on the center shelf and what she immediately recognized as a shotgun on the bottom shelf. Gabriel picked the weapon up. Ryannon frowned, pretty sure that there was no such thing as a gun that was perfect for her.

Just point the muzzle toward the center of his body and pull the trigger. And sometimes just the sound of the shell being jacked into the chamber is enough to stop even the craziest motherfucker in his tracks.

My old man was quite an outdoorsman. Not my thing really, but I know my way around them. She watched as Gabriel continued going through the box. There was another stack of cash, two cell phones, and what looked like passports. Gabriel handed her one of the cell phones, pausing for a moment to lean against the door frame of the closet. He picked up the shotgun and ammunition and walked into the living room.

The weapon, with its shortened barrel and battered wooden stock sawed off at the midway point, looked incongruous in the elegantly decorated living room.

He walked her through the procedure of unloading and reloading the magazine and the chamber. She struggled with it; the weapon was awkward, the mechanism a bit stiff in her small hands.

When she was finally comfortable with those maneuvers, Gabriel taught her to chamber a shell. Her head snapped back as she looked up at him in shock at his use of the endearment. His eyes met hers as his frown intensified. Gabriel nodded as she chucked the shells out of the chamber again. Keeping it in your room under your bed is probably best. I brought some books, and there are a lot of movies here too. Gabriel leaned forward and briefly touched her lips with his before casually turning and walking to his room.

She could all but feel his lips still against hers. What the hell was he thinking? He could tell she was scared to death of the damned thing, but she was a game one. It was all he could do not to grab her and kiss her; especially when her lips separated just a bit, and the tip of her tongue peeked out as she concentrated on her task.

He wanted to taste that tongue. Actually he wanted to taste every square inch of that compact little body, but first he wanted to spend an entire day just sucking on that tongue. Just thinking about his last relationship made him queasy.

When would he learn to stay away from head cases? Hardly the reaction he was accustomed to, then again, he knew he looked like hell at the moment. Of course, maybe she was simply responding to the notion of being courted while they were on the run with a passel of crazy people on their tail.

He had to agree. This was hardly the time for him to be interested in sex. He laughed bitterly. Tell that to his cock.

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His last thought before he drifted off to sleep was the most disturbing one of all. What if it was more than just sex? Disoriented for a moment, she glanced over at the snow-white chair where Geometry had taken up residence. She sighed.

That chair would be covered in long gray hair in no time. She needed to find something to cover it. Given the aromas coming from the kitchen, Gabriel was already up and cooking. The grumble in her stomach compelled her to follow the delicious smells. After freshening up in the spacious bathroom, she went to the kitchen, stopping short at the sight in front of her.

Gabriel turned away from the counter where he was removing waffles from the waffle iron. Ryannon took a deep breath. The hair whirled across his flat stomach before arrowing down into the waistband of his low-slung jeans.

There was something almost primal about the combination of skin and the glory that was his wings. Gabriel glanced at his appendages self-consciously. The almost six-foot wingspan glowed in an iridescent array of colors that complemented the golden hues of his aura.

She nodded to indicate his shirtless state. I do a trick that I learned from my old man. I fry the bacon on the waffle iron and then add the batter.

No splatter, and it tastes fabulous. The fridge and pantry are fully stocked, but I only know how to cook breakfast food. They look delicious.

She tucked into the delicious dish and watched in continuing amazement as he demolished his waffles in short order. He looked at her with a raised brow. Before long, he was eating another large stack of waffles. Ryannon rose from the bar and began cleaning the kitchen. He kept a neat apartment.

Why did he leave the kitchen looking like a goat had exploded? Gabriel threw back his head, laughing at the consternation she knew must be present on her face.

You cooked. Now that was unexpected. She took her time drying the bowl and putting it away. At the very least I should know why. She stared at him as he stood and walked around the counter to rinse his plate.

He stooped to pick up the bowl, which was fortunately made of some unbreakable material and was undamaged by its precipitous fall. Did the man stand upright for anything? Amazing how he said the most incredible things with almost casual aplomb. About me, that is. Ryannon thought about denying the attraction, then shucked the idea. Seems to be the story of my life.

I never meet anyone at the right time. You might recall that the man did try to burn me at the stake. Somehow, despite his relaxed posture, she felt almost as though he was stalking her.

She could feel her nipples pebbling under the soft cotton of her shirt. Gabriel settled back even more comfortably on the counter, his wings glistening in the last rays of the setting sun streaming through the kitchen window.

I pretty much play everything. Piano, guitar, and trumpet are my specialties, though. I had piano lessons as a child, but I have no talent in that area. Her voice was amazing, but I thought you were spectacular. She always claims that people come to see her, not me. Remind me to tell you about it sometime. I feel like playing. He winced slightly as he sat down, his injuries obviously still bothering him. His bare skin was a bit much for her nerves to take.

I have a massage oil that should help with that soreness. That would be terrific. When she returned to the living room, Gabriel had removed his shirt 32 Roslyn Hardy Holcomb again. She came up behind him on the sofa. His thick hair concealed the lump on the back of his head, but it only took a moment to find it. After pouring a small amount of the oil on her fingertips, she began a light scalp massage. The growl that erupted from his throat was so sensuous that Ryannon hesitated for a moment.

What is it? I make it up to sell in my shop. The main ingredients are blue chamomile and lavender with some black pepper for pain relief. I can smell that. Amazing that flowers could feel so good. She loved it when her services were appreciated. The blue chamomile is fifty bucks an ounce. Obviously they need to diversify. At this point Gabriel was practically purring. She wondered if he knew his wings were moving almost like a dog wagging its tail. The feel of his muscles flowing under that golden tan skin… Her imagination played a vivid reel of what that skin would look like pressed against hers.

When she realized that she was touching him more for her pleasure than for his, she stepped away. This black pepper is deadly if you get it into your eyes. The running water soothed her nerves somewhat.There was all kinds of speculation about him, and it ran the gamut and straddled both sides of the law. She was right. In an effort to confront his remaining demons, Gabriel begins a quest to discover more about his biological parents, sparking a chain of events that has startling repercussions for himself, Julianne, and his hope of having a family.

He was probably knee-deep in panties by the time he finished his sets. Her body arched and quivered in response. Even in his current battered state, he was pretty sure he could take on one undersized girl. He felt them before he saw them, but he opened his eyes, and they were there. Redemption is a very interesting subject, and yet it isn't necessarily linked to God and prayers.

DORENE from Fargo
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