Fallen Angel: Sinners and Angels Duet Book 2 by Tessa James

Author:Tessa James [James, Tessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tessa James
Published: 2021-07-28T16:00:00+00:00

Claire – 16

When did Johnny and I decide to keep secrets from each other?

What happened to us?

We’ve been through some of the worst shit anyone could imagine, and here we are, being fools and hiding shit.

If I know Johnny, he’s doing what he thinks is protecting me. The same exact thing I’m doing to him. But are we really saving each other from anything if we’re putting a wedge between us? At the end of the day, aren’t we the most important part?

It doesn’t make his omissions any less painful to experience. And I imagine if he knew I was withholding something, he’d feel the same.

I round the corner, already my emotions settling with the distance from him. Now, all I can think about is running back to him, wrapping my arms around him, and hugging him tightly. Confessing everything I’ve been keeping from him, and airing every single piece of dirty laundry.

Why did I think space is what we needed? It’s to tell the damn truth. To be honest with each other and stop assuming that secrets are what’s going to help our relationship.

I glance up, noticing I’ve mindlessly walked myself over to Bane’s Café. Part of me wishes I could teleport to Bram’s, sit down at the counter, and have him give me a slice of his world-class wisdom. That isn’t possible, though, at least not with the newness of faking Johnny’s death. Maybe in the future, I could play pretend as the grieving girlfriend, but I’m not sure I could stomach being in the same vicinity where Johnny was almost taken from me forever.

As much as I love Bram and his diner, it’s been tainted red.

Instead, I go inside Bane’s and walk to the register. I wipe at my face, hoping I don’t appear like a total mess. “Two coffees, to go.”

A peace offering of sorts. The ice that will break the tension, which will lead to us working through this weird rough patch.

I reach into my pocket to pull out my phone, where I have my cash and cards attached to the case. Except, I come up empty-handed. I feel around the front and back.

“Fuck,” I spit out. I dig my fingers into my tiny front pockets, relief washing over me when I feel a bill tucked inside. I wiggle it out, even more relieved to see it’ll at least cover our drinks.

Luciano comes out from the kitchen area. “It’s on the house.” He nudges Miller aside and pushes a few buttons on the screen.

Miller rolls his eyes but grabs our cups and pours them full.

Grabbing the cinnamon shaker on his way, Luciano strolls over. “Do you have a minute?”

After the biggest fight Johnny and I have ever had? “Not really.”

“Those tables need cleaned,” Luciano tells Miller.

Basically, in a give us some privacy kind of way.

I put a dash of cinnamon in each of the coffees and secure the lids.

Luciano tilts his body toward me, away from the rest of the diner. “I believe you.”

I meet his gaze.

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