forbidden territory didn’t just entice her into wanting him even more.
“I’m worried about Skye,” Angel told Tyler later that night as they sat beneath the stars on a park bench in Serenity Falls’ quaint town square.
Clasping his hand in hers always made her feel better, but tonight that wasn’t working. And, okay, yes, Tyler was still a man of mystery, but Angel didn’t care. She knew enough about him to know she loved him with every fiber of her being.
Since she was now a fiber artist—designing, spinning, crocheting, and knitting hats, scarves, and sweaters with a funky twist—she’d started visualizing various threads running through her life.
Angel had followed many convoluted threads in her fifty years. She liked to think they’d all led her here, to this wooden bench in Serenity Falls nestled beside Tyler.
Not that she was a fan of the conservative little town. The place was entirely too anal for her tastes. But she’d found Tyler here, so she couldn’t complain too much.
Besides, she was stuck here house-sitting until her oldest daughter Julia returned from her adventures on the back of bad boy Luke Maguire’s Harley.
Tyler still hadn’t verbally responded to her comment about being worried about Skye. But he’d started rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand in that soothing way he had, as if to reassure her that things would work out.
So much had changed since Angel had blown into town with Skye and Toni almost a year ago. Pivotal moments became snapshots in her inner scrapbook. Her first meeting with Tyler beside the pond behind the library, her first sighting of him Rollerblading to cope with his insomnia late at night, her guilt at not telling Julia about her biological father.
“It’s money,” Angel murmured, reaching up to touch the amethyst crystal she wore around her neck. Amethyst was said to have a calming effect on the emotions and to increase perception and creative insight. All attributes she could use about now.
“What’s money?”
“The reason I’m worried about my daughter.”
“So this is about Adam?”
“No, it’s about Skye.”
“I don’t understand. Is she jealous about Julia having a rich father?”
“No way,” Angel said. Then she frowned. “At least, I don’t think so. We’ve never really discussed it. Maybe we should. Anyway, that’s not what I was talking about.”
Tyler just waited.
“Skye was almost arrested yesterday.”
“And that’s why you’re worried?”
Angel shook her head. “Oh no, I was actually very proud of her. We even staged a sit-in to protest the way she was being treated.”
“How was she being treated?”
Now Angel patted Tyler’s hand. “You sounded so lawyerly there for a moment.”
“Shoot me now,” Tyler muttered.
“It still hurts you, doesn’t it? Thinking about your former life as a prosecutor.”
“I’m not the same man anymore.”
“You’re a much better man.”
“Most people wouldn’t think that scraping by as a handyman doing odd jobs around town is better.”
Angel rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. “Ah, but you already know I’m not most people.”
“Yeah, that’s one of the things I love about you.”
Tyler said he loved things about her, but he’d only said he loved her once. She told herself it didn’t matter. No way was she rocking the cosmic boat too much at this point.
“But getting back to Skye,” Tyler prompted her.
“Yeah, well, it turns out she has a bunch of unpaid tickets from the West Coast.”
“Not good.”
“Apparently not. But no reason to put her in handcuffs.”
“They handcuffed her?”
“The sheriff did. Of course, she slipped right out of them, just like Sister Mary taught her. But that’s another story. Anyway, we eventually got the ticket thing sorted out, with Owen loaning her the money to pay them off.”
“Owen the funeral director guy?”
Angel nodded. “To show him her appreciation, Skye bought him some of
“I’m worried about Skye,” Angel told Tyler later that night as they sat beneath the stars on a park bench in Serenity Falls’ quaint town square.
Clasping his hand in hers always made her feel better, but tonight that wasn’t working. And, okay, yes, Tyler was still a man of mystery, but Angel didn’t care. She knew enough about him to know she loved him with every fiber of her being.
Since she was now a fiber artist—designing, spinning, crocheting, and knitting hats, scarves, and sweaters with a funky twist—she’d started visualizing various threads running through her life.
Angel had followed many convoluted threads in her fifty years. She liked to think they’d all led her here, to this wooden bench in Serenity Falls nestled beside Tyler.
Not that she was a fan of the conservative little town. The place was entirely too anal for her tastes. But she’d found Tyler here, so she couldn’t complain too much.
Besides, she was stuck here house-sitting until her oldest daughter Julia returned from her adventures on the back of bad boy Luke Maguire’s Harley.
Tyler still hadn’t verbally responded to her comment about being worried about Skye. But he’d started rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand in that soothing way he had, as if to reassure her that things would work out.
So much had changed since Angel had blown into town with Skye and Toni almost a year ago. Pivotal moments became snapshots in her inner scrapbook. Her first meeting with Tyler beside the pond behind the library, her first sighting of him Rollerblading to cope with his insomnia late at night, her guilt at not telling Julia about her biological father.
“It’s money,” Angel murmured, reaching up to touch the amethyst crystal she wore around her neck. Amethyst was said to have a calming effect on the emotions and to increase perception and creative insight. All attributes she could use about now.
“What’s money?”
“The reason I’m worried about my daughter.”
“So this is about Adam?”
“No, it’s about Skye.”
“I don’t understand. Is she jealous about Julia having a rich father?”
“No way,” Angel said. Then she frowned. “At least, I don’t think so. We’ve never really discussed it. Maybe we should. Anyway, that’s not what I was talking about.”
Tyler just waited.
“Skye was almost arrested yesterday.”
“And that’s why you’re worried?”
Angel shook her head. “Oh no, I was actually very proud of her. We even staged a sit-in to protest the way she was being treated.”
“How was she being treated?”
Now Angel patted Tyler’s hand. “You sounded so lawyerly there for a moment.”
“Shoot me now,” Tyler muttered.
“It still hurts you, doesn’t it? Thinking about your former life as a prosecutor.”
“I’m not the same man anymore.”
“You’re a much better man.”
“Most people wouldn’t think that scraping by as a handyman doing odd jobs around town is better.”
Angel rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. “Ah, but you already know I’m not most people.”
“Yeah, that’s one of the things I love about you.”
Tyler said he loved things about her, but he’d only said he loved her once. She told herself it didn’t matter. No way was she rocking the cosmic boat too much at this point.
“But getting back to Skye,” Tyler prompted her.
“Yeah, well, it turns out she has a bunch of unpaid tickets from the West Coast.”
“Not good.”
“Apparently not. But no reason to put her in handcuffs.”
“They handcuffed her?”
“The sheriff did. Of course, she slipped right out of them, just like Sister Mary taught her. But that’s another story. Anyway, we eventually got the ticket thing sorted out, with Owen loaning her the money to pay them off.”
“Owen the funeral director guy?”
Angel nodded. “To show him her appreciation, Skye bought him some of
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