Page 45 of Avenging Angel
I was drooping and trying not to when he said quietly, “Gonna let you go before you fall asleep.”
I didn’t want him to.
But I had to work the next day, and at a glance over my shoulder, I saw it was nearing midnight, so considering he probably had to be sharp for what he did, I had to let him go too.
“Okay.”
“Call me tomorrow with a definitive about…”
He let that hang.
Being protective again.
Right, so he was a good guy.
He came on strong.
But he was a good guy.
“I will.”
“Later, Rachel.”
“You can call me Raye,” I told him.
“Okay, baby,” he whispered, then, “Later, Raye.”
“Later, Cap.”
“’Night.”
“Goodnight.”
He disconnected.
I threw my phone on the bed and wound my arm around Cleo.
Her tail wagged twice.
“I think he’s a good guy,” I told her.
Her tail wagged again, this time more than twice.
“Yeah. That was exactly what I was thinking,” I said.
And after that, once I programmed Cap into my phone, Cleo and I righted ourselves in bed and went to sleep.
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WHOA DOGGIES
Iwoke with Cleo shoved up against me and Cap on my mind.
This meant I woke with a smile.
I did my morning thing wondering if Cap silenced his notifications when he was sleeping so a text wouldn’t bother him.
I decided he wasn’t a centenarian who didn’t know how to work his phone, so if he didn’t want to be bothered, he’d see to that.