Bad Angel: An Urban Fantasy Mystery with Fallen Angels and Fated Mates (Angels in L.A. Book 2) by JC Andrijeski

Author:JC Andrijeski [Andrijeski, JC]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: White Sun Press
Published: 2021-01-12T16:00:00+00:00

When Dags finally turned off the water, reluctantly, he realized Phoenix must have been in the bathroom again.

He’d been too stoned by the water pressure, and the hot water beating down on his skin, and the apricot scrub he’d found, and the shampoo that smelled like her, and the conditioner, and the “massage” setting on the shower head, to even notice her enter the room.

By the time he got out, he almost could have gone back to bed.

He knew the sheets were probably as dirty as he’d been though, which wasn’t appealing. Maybe he could go out on the deck, pass out on a deck chair.

She left him a clean pair of black pants and a dark blue T-shirt on the counter. She even left a pair of gray underwear on top of the pants, underwear that looked new.

He stared at the clothes warily.

He hoped like hell they weren’t Karver’s.

He was still staring at them in the steam-filled bathroom, when she spoke to him through the closed door.

“I hope the clothes are okay,” she said. “I had to guess at sizes. Well, Asia guessed, really, and Karver helped, being a guy. We were all basically playing charades with your height and build.” She paused, as if waiting. “I hope they’re okay?”

There was a silence.

“They’re fine,” he said, raising his voice slightly to speak through the door. “I mean… I haven’t tried them on yet, but they’re definitely fine. I’m sure they’ll fit fine. Thank you.”

He heard her walk away.

He hoped he’d reassured her, at least mildly.

He felt reassured, too, even though he told himself it was stupid. It definitely sounded like Phoenix bought him new clothes, that she hadn’t just raided her ex-boyfriend’s closet.

Toweling off with the clean towel she’d also left on the counter by the sink, he pulled on the boxer briefs, then the pants, then the T-shirt.

They all fit surprisingly well.

The pants hung down on his hips a little.

He ventured out to look for her, eventually finding her on the deck downstairs, sitting at a table outside, surrounded by potted palms with a light blue sun-shade overhead. A young woman who looked Vietnamese was pouring coffee in a giant coffee mug in front of Phoenix, who was stretched out in a tilted driftwood lounge chair, displaying part of her brown belly as she looked out over the ocean below the house.

The new housekeeper looked up at Dags, a question in her eyes, and he nodded gratefully.

“Thank you,” he said, as she poured him coffee in a second, equally giant mug, the same as Phoenix’s only pale blue instead of yellow.

He plunked down in the chair next to Phoenix, facing the ocean, and exhaled.

“Well, this is horrible,” he remarked.

She turned, grinning, and smacked him on the thigh. “I’m glad you feel better,” she said. “I really was going to have to do something drastic today, if you didn’t wake up.”

He nodded.

Truthfully, he still felt weak as hell.

He had to hope the coffee would help.

“You sure you should have that on an empty stomach?” she said, frowning at him as he took his first sip.

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