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giving me a strange look.
“Yes,” he responded. “I’m not tied to the desk during my shift, you
know?”
My mouth dropped open. “You’re a cop?”
“Detective,” he corrected, indicating to his
clothing. He was in a similar outfit to what I had last seen him
in. Dark jeans and a black dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up and
the top two buttons undone.
“But you barely look old enough to drink!” I
told him. “How can you possibly be old enough to be detective?”
His eyes narrowed and he looked offended.
“I’m nearly twenty-five, so yes I am old enough to drink.”
“Okay, I’m sorry,” I apologized. I ran my
hand through my hair as I stared up at him in bewilderment. “But
even so, I didn’t think anyone could be that young and be a
detective?”
I was trying to be more diplomatic but when
we continued walking in silence, I thought I had offended him
again. Thankfully, he eventually sighed. “My dad was a lieutenant
here. Before he died, he helped get me into the Academy. When I
graduated the new lieutenant told me about a scheme: an advanced
training program. I have another nine months on probation, and then
I’m a fully-fledged homicide detective.”
I gave him another sideways glance and
frowned. “I’d never have guessed.”
He pulled a face. “No, I suppose with last
night’s behavior, that’s hardly surprising.”
“This morning,” I corrected him. “The sun was
definitely up when we got arrested.”
He stopped suddenly and turned, his hand
running through his hair. “Look, about that. I don’t normally act
like that.”
“That’s good to know,” I agreed.
“Yeah,” he sighed, resuming the walking. “I
knocked back a few too many last night,” he glanced back down at
me. “Although, I was sure you got a black eye out of the whole
ordeal.”
I did. Only it healed while I napped. “Do you
have time for a drink?” I asked him, taking a page out of Michael's
book and avoiding the question. “And I don’t mean hair of the dog,”
I quickly added.
His lip quirked up into a smirk. “Are you
still hitting on me?”
“No!” I objected, flushing. “I - I just need
to talk to you,” I spluttered.
He laughed, his blue eyes flashing. “I’m just
teasing, darlin’.”
We ended up in small coffee shop, just up the
street from the precinct. It was quiet in there and we got a booth
opposite the counter. “So what’s the matter?” Joshua asked me when
we both had our coffees. I looked up and found him waiting,
impatiently.
“You didn’t take this too well when I tried
to tell you last night,” I muttered, adding extra sugar to the
cup.
“Well, if it helps, the only thing I really
remember is being surprised that you knew my name.”
My eyes flicked up to meet his. I had been
dreading him mentioning something about trying to kiss me, but
somehow this was worse. Given that I was never going to have a
relationship, ever, it shouldn’t have bothered of me, but I
couldn’t help feel a little crushed that I wasn’t a little more
memorable.
Whilst waiting for my response, he quirked an
eyebrow at me. I ignored the fact the action sent my heart pounding
and instead carefully placed my spoon on the table. “My name is
Angel,” I told him, carefully. “Angel Connors.” I stopped, chewing
on my lower lip as I tried to work out how to continue. Telling him
I was an angel last night hadn’t exactly turned out well. “I’m
supposed to help you,” I finally told him.
“You have some information on a case?” he
asked.
I shook my head. “Not exactly.” I sat back in
my seat and shrugged. “You know, there isn’t actually any easy way
to tell you this, so I’m just going to tell you and hope you handle
it a little better than last night.”
“This morning,” he corrected me, a corner of
his mouth quirking up into a half smile.
“ I’m an angel,” I told him.
“Specifically, your Guardian
Angel.”
There was a moment of silence while I held
“Yes,” he responded. “I’m not tied to the desk during my shift, you
know?”
My mouth dropped open. “You’re a cop?”
“Detective,” he corrected, indicating to his
clothing. He was in a similar outfit to what I had last seen him
in. Dark jeans and a black dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up and
the top two buttons undone.
“But you barely look old enough to drink!” I
told him. “How can you possibly be old enough to be detective?”
His eyes narrowed and he looked offended.
“I’m nearly twenty-five, so yes I am old enough to drink.”
“Okay, I’m sorry,” I apologized. I ran my
hand through my hair as I stared up at him in bewilderment. “But
even so, I didn’t think anyone could be that young and be a
detective?”
I was trying to be more diplomatic but when
we continued walking in silence, I thought I had offended him
again. Thankfully, he eventually sighed. “My dad was a lieutenant
here. Before he died, he helped get me into the Academy. When I
graduated the new lieutenant told me about a scheme: an advanced
training program. I have another nine months on probation, and then
I’m a fully-fledged homicide detective.”
I gave him another sideways glance and
frowned. “I’d never have guessed.”
He pulled a face. “No, I suppose with last
night’s behavior, that’s hardly surprising.”
“This morning,” I corrected him. “The sun was
definitely up when we got arrested.”
He stopped suddenly and turned, his hand
running through his hair. “Look, about that. I don’t normally act
like that.”
“That’s good to know,” I agreed.
“Yeah,” he sighed, resuming the walking. “I
knocked back a few too many last night,” he glanced back down at
me. “Although, I was sure you got a black eye out of the whole
ordeal.”
I did. Only it healed while I napped. “Do you
have time for a drink?” I asked him, taking a page out of Michael's
book and avoiding the question. “And I don’t mean hair of the dog,”
I quickly added.
His lip quirked up into a smirk. “Are you
still hitting on me?”
“No!” I objected, flushing. “I - I just need
to talk to you,” I spluttered.
He laughed, his blue eyes flashing. “I’m just
teasing, darlin’.”
We ended up in small coffee shop, just up the
street from the precinct. It was quiet in there and we got a booth
opposite the counter. “So what’s the matter?” Joshua asked me when
we both had our coffees. I looked up and found him waiting,
impatiently.
“You didn’t take this too well when I tried
to tell you last night,” I muttered, adding extra sugar to the
cup.
“Well, if it helps, the only thing I really
remember is being surprised that you knew my name.”
My eyes flicked up to meet his. I had been
dreading him mentioning something about trying to kiss me, but
somehow this was worse. Given that I was never going to have a
relationship, ever, it shouldn’t have bothered of me, but I
couldn’t help feel a little crushed that I wasn’t a little more
memorable.
Whilst waiting for my response, he quirked an
eyebrow at me. I ignored the fact the action sent my heart pounding
and instead carefully placed my spoon on the table. “My name is
Angel,” I told him, carefully. “Angel Connors.” I stopped, chewing
on my lower lip as I tried to work out how to continue. Telling him
I was an angel last night hadn’t exactly turned out well. “I’m
supposed to help you,” I finally told him.
“You have some information on a case?” he
asked.
I shook my head. “Not exactly.” I sat back in
my seat and shrugged. “You know, there isn’t actually any easy way
to tell you this, so I’m just going to tell you and hope you handle
it a little better than last night.”
“This morning,” he corrected me, a corner of
his mouth quirking up into a half smile.
“ I’m an angel,” I told him.
“Specifically, your Guardian
Angel.”
There was a moment of silence while I held
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