Page 33 of Avenging Angel

Contradiction.

Though, Dream knew none of this.

Dream assumed a solemn expression and added a heartfelt hand to her chest to drive it home before she turned back to Cap. “She’s right. I jumped to judgement. That was wrong of me.” She put her other hand palm-to-palm with the one at her chest and did a little bow. “You have my sincere apologies.”

“Do you listen to Marconi Union?” Cap asked.

“Of course,” she answered. “They’re wildly talented.”

At that, Cap aimed a smirk at me, right before he winked.

The tingles and ripples hit overdrive.

So, obviously, I held Feather safe, well to my side, bent forward and thunked my head against Surf Club’s highly-polished bar and left it there.

I felt a hand cup the back of my head, and that hand had only touched me twice, but I knew whose it was.

“We gotta go, babe,” Cap said quietly.

Yep, that’s whose hand it was.

I lifted up and saw he and Liam had their coffees.

I had no choice in the current circumstances but to say, “Great, thanks for coming by and sharing our change of plans face-to-face.”

“See you tomorrow night,” Cap replied.

“Yeah, yeah, see you.”

Cap shot me another smile.

I steeled myself against hurdling the bar and throwing myself at him.

Thankfully, I succeeded in this as Liam said, “Nice to meet you, Rachel.”

“You too,” I replied.

Cap fished out a twenty, put it on the bar, and they sauntered away, all loose-hipped, hot guy.

I watched.

Luna watched.

Every woman and gay or bi man in the joint watched.

Even Dream watched.

“He’ll make beautiful babies,” Dream said rather dreamily.

There it was again.

I was totally screwed.

FIVE

DON’T CALL ME BOSLEY

What was that saying about repeating things that didn’t work being the definition of insanity?