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.

SIX

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.