Page 69 of Avenging Angel

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Page 69 of Avenging Angel

“Yup.”

“And I’ve never told any guy I’ve ever dated about Macy. Or Mom.”

He nodded his head.

Once.

“Got it. So what time is this intervention?”

I blinked. “You’re going?”

“You’re into me.”

“Yes,” I confirmed.

“I’m into you.”

“I hope so.”

“I’m into you, Rachel.”

I made big eyes, and my chin went into my neck as my lips spread tight and tipped up with my happy smile.

His lips tipped up too, but he didn’t look like a five-year-old who just opened a present to unearth the doll she’d always wanted.

Not even close.

He also shook his head in an,isn’t she cute?rather than an,isn’t she scary as fuck?way, which I took as good.

“We’re gonna spend the day together,” he stated.

“We are?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

“And the night.”

“Okay,” I whispered again.

“No pressure. I want you. You know that. But that’s on your terms. I’m still spending the night.”

I wanted him too, obvs, and usually, I had no hang ups with that.

But with Cap, I wanted it to be special (and that special couldn’t be when I was on my period—my first day was always a heavy flow, and I was over that, so it didn’t last long…still).

Thus, we’d see.

“Okay,” I repeated.

“That means we’ll be spending tomorrow together too. So it doesn’t matter when this gig is. We’ll just hit it when it happens.”

“Right.”

“You wanna help me or do you want me to cook for you?”

I guessed that was that.




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