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Alex came lumbering through the doors looking like he hadn’t slept in the past week. Daemon hugged me one more time. “That’s my cue to get out of here, Damsel. I’ll see you when I get back later this afternoon.”
Daemon met Alex in the living room and did the fist bump thing guys do with each other. It was odd, once again, seeing the two of them getting along and I was sitting somewhere between joy and annoyance at their sudden friendship. On one hand, I was happy that there were no longer bad feelings on Alex’ part, but on the other, I hated that their friendship involved a pact to keep me under control. I don’t appreciate being controlled.
Daemon waved goodbye and walked out the front door, softly closing it behind him. As usual, Alex had his ballcap pulled low over his eyes and he was wearing the same shirt and jeans from the night before. My eyebrow arched at his appearance and he responded by flopping himself down on the large sofa by the balcony windows.
Where the hell did David go?
Alex glanced over at me and said, “So, can I trust that if I fall asleep, I won’t wake up to find you out chasing psychotic criminals?”
“Nope.” I remained in the kitchen leaning against the counter as I answered him. I had to hide my smile behind the mug I was holding. “Since you decided to sign up for babysitting services, I guess you are just going to have to suffer the consequences.”
Alex moved his head so that he could look up at me from under the brim of his hat. “You’re a bitch. I hope you know that.” He let out an annoyed sigh. “Well, at least tell me there is some coffee left in that pot.”
I shifted to the left to block Alex’ view of the half-full coffee pot. “Guess again, big guy, it’s all gone.” I feigned a sad face by sticking out my bottom lip.
Alex sighed and pulled his hat even lower on his face, his massive form taking up the majority of the couch. “Whatever, Paige. I know there’s coffee over there and I’m about to come take it…by force, if necessary.”
“That’s funny, because by the looks of you, you would fall pass out after the first ten laps I made you take as you are chasing me and the pot around the apartment.”
He pulled his hat back up to glare at me, then replaced it over his face. “Whatever, Paige, just get me a cup would ya? I had a long ass fucking night because someone couldn’t choose to piss off a normal psychopath that only murders and shit. Oh no, you’ve got to pick the guy that likes to blow shit up too.”
“Not funny. And definitely not the way to convince me to give up any of my java goodness to you. You, sir, are an ass and you don’t deserve a cup of my liquid paradise.” My nose turned up in indignation.
At that moment, David sashayed himself back into the living room. He smiled brightly at me before stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of Alex. “What the hell happened to you, Alex? You look like you’ve been wearing the same clothes for a week.” David leaned his body in Alex’ direction and sniffed the air above him. “And you smell like smoke. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to move over to that wingback chair over there.”
Alex grinned as he peered out at David from underneath the brim of his hat. “And why the hell do I have to move?”
Crossing his arms over his chest, David gave Alex a sharp look that indicated he thought Alex was a moron. “Because I sit on that couch and I don’t want to be sullied by your putrid hygiene and apparent lack of more than one pair of clothes.”
“Then why don’t you go sit in the chair. I’ve already sullied the couch.” Alex settled back and made a show of rubbing his smoky clothes all over the leather. David threw up his hands and walked determinably into the kitchen. He pulled a mug from the upper cabinet and shoved me aside to get to the pot of coffee. Alex looked up
Alex came lumbering through the doors looking like he hadn’t slept in the past week. Daemon hugged me one more time. “That’s my cue to get out of here, Damsel. I’ll see you when I get back later this afternoon.”
Daemon met Alex in the living room and did the fist bump thing guys do with each other. It was odd, once again, seeing the two of them getting along and I was sitting somewhere between joy and annoyance at their sudden friendship. On one hand, I was happy that there were no longer bad feelings on Alex’ part, but on the other, I hated that their friendship involved a pact to keep me under control. I don’t appreciate being controlled.
Daemon waved goodbye and walked out the front door, softly closing it behind him. As usual, Alex had his ballcap pulled low over his eyes and he was wearing the same shirt and jeans from the night before. My eyebrow arched at his appearance and he responded by flopping himself down on the large sofa by the balcony windows.
Where the hell did David go?
Alex glanced over at me and said, “So, can I trust that if I fall asleep, I won’t wake up to find you out chasing psychotic criminals?”
“Nope.” I remained in the kitchen leaning against the counter as I answered him. I had to hide my smile behind the mug I was holding. “Since you decided to sign up for babysitting services, I guess you are just going to have to suffer the consequences.”
Alex moved his head so that he could look up at me from under the brim of his hat. “You’re a bitch. I hope you know that.” He let out an annoyed sigh. “Well, at least tell me there is some coffee left in that pot.”
I shifted to the left to block Alex’ view of the half-full coffee pot. “Guess again, big guy, it’s all gone.” I feigned a sad face by sticking out my bottom lip.
Alex sighed and pulled his hat even lower on his face, his massive form taking up the majority of the couch. “Whatever, Paige. I know there’s coffee over there and I’m about to come take it…by force, if necessary.”
“That’s funny, because by the looks of you, you would fall pass out after the first ten laps I made you take as you are chasing me and the pot around the apartment.”
He pulled his hat back up to glare at me, then replaced it over his face. “Whatever, Paige, just get me a cup would ya? I had a long ass fucking night because someone couldn’t choose to piss off a normal psychopath that only murders and shit. Oh no, you’ve got to pick the guy that likes to blow shit up too.”
“Not funny. And definitely not the way to convince me to give up any of my java goodness to you. You, sir, are an ass and you don’t deserve a cup of my liquid paradise.” My nose turned up in indignation.
At that moment, David sashayed himself back into the living room. He smiled brightly at me before stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of Alex. “What the hell happened to you, Alex? You look like you’ve been wearing the same clothes for a week.” David leaned his body in Alex’ direction and sniffed the air above him. “And you smell like smoke. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to move over to that wingback chair over there.”
Alex grinned as he peered out at David from underneath the brim of his hat. “And why the hell do I have to move?”
Crossing his arms over his chest, David gave Alex a sharp look that indicated he thought Alex was a moron. “Because I sit on that couch and I don’t want to be sullied by your putrid hygiene and apparent lack of more than one pair of clothes.”
“Then why don’t you go sit in the chair. I’ve already sullied the couch.” Alex settled back and made a show of rubbing his smoky clothes all over the leather. David threw up his hands and walked determinably into the kitchen. He pulled a mug from the upper cabinet and shoved me aside to get to the pot of coffee. Alex looked up
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