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caller ID,” he guessed as he looked at the plain green phone on the wall. “I bet you don’t even have a cell phone.”
    “And I bet you have two.”
    He grinned and reached under the jacket of his suit to pull out two cell phones, a beeper and what appeared to be a Blackberry device.
    “Okay, now that we’ve established I’m technologically backwards, what did you need to talk to me about that was this important?”
    “Where’s your computer?”
    I blinked and realized he’d spent the past few minutes looking around my apartment as if he was casing the place while I’d been waiting for him to get to the point.
    “I don’t have one.”
    He stared at me for a moment and looked around again, making me look to see what he found that was so amusing. My entertainment center had been swapped out in favor of shelves with a plasma television mounted over my fireplace. Not because I really wanted it, but because Foras hadn’t liked the look of the other one. He’d simply made himself at home one day and fixed what he saw as a problem. Now, all my electronic gadgets were artfully mounted on shelves to either side of it with the receiver on the mantelpiece. It looked very neat; I had to admit, since the wires ran behind the walls. I’d never admit that to him, though.
    Since the war had stalled to negotiations and a somewhat shaky cease-fire, Foras was mostly out of a job. His actual job was teaching logistics and ethics to the armies of Hell. He still did that on occasion, but there wasn’t so much of a need to discuss how to kill your enemy these days. He figured if out and out war broke loose between the two realms; it would destroy everything, so they decided to work around that eventuality.
    I’m all in favor of eternal peace, but there are days when Foras made me wish there wasn’t such a thing. It startled me to realize he’d redone the entire place. The sofa was the same color of deep camel, but it was now soft chenille type fabric instead of the tweed I’d originally bought. There was a leather chair tucked in a corner with a reading light over it. I remember when he’d brought it and said that every home needs a reading chair. He’d stayed out of my bedroom, but the rest of the place he’d converted to a more stylish version of what I had started with.
    Weren’t dark angels supposed to destroy lives rather than try to build them?
    Someone needed to remind my decorator.
    “You got me out of bed before eight to check out my apartment?”
    “At least I brought coffee and breakfast.”
    “You’d be amazed how many men show up at my door with coffee and breakfast.” Okay, so they didn’t show up at the door, but they fed me all the same. Everyone knew better than to show up before I hit my “human” phase of the morning without coffee at the very least.
    He raised his brow at me and I debated on elaborating. With a sigh, I gave in. I still wasn’t sure exactly what potential the man in front of me had and I’d hate to run him off before I was ready.
    “At least they’re not crawling out of my bed to fix it.”
    I gave him a rather smug smile as I sipped my coffee. In the kitchen, the coffee pot switched on and I sighed. Coffee was the vein of life as we know it. I’m willing to swear to that fact. I waited and he looked around one final time before shaking his head and reaching for the mocha.
    There’s something rather intimate about sharing your cup with a man you think is the sexiest thing alive. The very thought made me shiver and I made no effort to hide it. He was in my house; he could take what he could get.
    “Were you really going to have the Angels cut a demo or were you out to wreck Andy’s hold on them?”
    Somehow, that wasn’t what I was expecting. My mind was mulling over all sorts of more pleasant thoughts. It caught me off-guard enough to totally wreck the fantasy I was entertaining as the coffee slowly leaked into my system. I had to think twice. He was sitting there in a