Fallen Angel by Eden Winters

Author:Eden Winters
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay Romance
Published: 2012-05-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

"Where are we going?" Lark crawled into the truck, sandwiched between Noah and Jeremy.

"You'll see." Jeremy barely contained his excitement; however, Lark didn't appear comfortable around Noah, not that Jeremy blamed him. What the hell was eating the big guy, anyway? Totally at odds with his usual calm demeanor, he held himself stiffly, arm tucked into his side while he drove as though afraid to touch Lark, making gear-changing awkward. What? Does he think I'll be jealous if he does?

The feeling seemed to be mutual, for Lark pressed closer and closer to Jeremy, away from Noah. Any nearer and Jeremy would have been out the door. Thank heavens Jefferson wasn't too far from the center or the strain of negative energy might cause the truck to explode. The tension definitely frayed Jeremy's nerves, despite his attempts at small talk. Instead of conversation, he delivered what might as well have been monologue, for all the response he got.

"How ya been doing, Lark?"

"Fine."

"Hey, Noah, how's sales going on the new grilled-chicken sandwich?"

"Fine."

Under his breath Jeremy grumbled, "If they timed their responses right I could get one-word answers in stereo."

To his great relief, they finally pulled up in front of a gigantic warehouse, one Jeremy frequented. "C'mon," he urged Lark, "let's check 'em out." He wasn't speaking to Noah at the moment, and he sensed their second fight looming on the horizon if the guy didn't lighten up, and soon.

"What's this place?" Lark stuck close to Jeremy, stepping into the enormous building holding racks and racks and racks of clothes.

Noah cracked a smile, making him appear less scary with his broken nose and scars, answering Lark's question with, "Jeremy's favorite place in the world." Eyes raking over Lark, Noah dropped the smile with a nearly audible thud, lips sealing in a firm line of disapproval.

What did Lark see when he looked at Noah? A fighter? A bully? Is that why he appeared frightened? Noah wasn't helping much, wearing an expression capable of souring milk. Hell, the frowning put Jeremy off and he knew the guy. They'd be talking about this at home for sure. Jeremy reined in the urge to smack his lover on the nose and shout, "Down boy!"

"Oh," Lark replied, trotting over to a bench by the front door. "I'll sit right here while you shop."

Jeremy laughed. "No, you're not. We're here to get you clothes. You'll be getting out in a week or two, and you'll need something to wear." He barely resisted adding, Other than those too-big, worn out things you're wearing now. At one time, Lark's ill-fitting attire would have been a huge step up from Jeremy's wardrobe.

Lark's gaze shot to the stained brown carpet, fingers twisting in the hem of his saggy T-shirt. "But… but I don't have any money."

Noah spoke up, winning enough Brownie points to possibly make the verbal thrashing Jeremy planned for him less painful. Two or three more check marks in the plus column and Jeremy might consider talking to him again. "It's covered, Lark.

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