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the ride to the bar. This time, Angel holds my hand the entire way, occasionally tossing me small smiles. I’m eagerly anticipating taking her to bed.
    As soon as we get home, I go in the bathroom to change, thoughts of burying myself in Angel occupying my mind. But when I come out Angel’s already curled up on the bed, fast asleep. I pull the covers up around her shoulder, smiling as I notice how peaceful she looks.
    At least one of us is.

Chapter Eight
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    “L ongest. Hour. Ever.” I shut the door behind Chelsea and Ware the next morning after we finish going through the townhouse, making an itemized list of things that are missing. I’ve been up since six this morning, reviewing upgrades to our security plan with Kevin. I thought our system was good, or at the very least adequate. But apparently it was more than a little outdated, and obviously it failed us yesterday. That changes immediately. Kevin is going to oversee getting an updated system installed not just in the bar, but in the apartment upstairs and here at the townhouse. I’m more than a little pissed that he hadn’t already identified the weakness, but I’m trying to remind myself that his proficiency isn’t in technology. I’ve suggested he bring someone on immediately who does have that proficiency. My girls will be safe. I won’t fail them again.
    I’m turning back toward our small living room when a pillow whacks me in the side of the head. Angel giggles. “Come on now, he isn’t that bad. He seemed a bit nervous, but who could blame him? Otherwise, I think he’s nice.”
    I don’t think he’s nice. In fact, I don’t want to think about him at all. “I didn’t think they would ever leave.” I hold the pillow in between my hands, waiting for a prime opportunity to toss it back at her. No way am I letting her whack me with it without retaliation.
    “In that much of a hurry to clean up?” She begins gathering broken picture frames from the floor while keeping her eyes on me. I have to fight the urge to growl, all thoughts of goofing off with the pillow fading.
    “Stop, before you cut yourself. You’re not even looking at what you’re doing.”
    She sucks in her lower lip. “Maybe there’s something I like looking at more.”
    I cross the room in large, purposeful strides, the pillow falling abandoned to the floor. She takes my offered hand, rising to her feet. “Don’t worry over the mess, I’ll call a cleaning team to come in and put the place back together.”
    The playfulness fades from her eyes. “A...”
    “Later, Angel. Let me take you back to bed.”
    “I’m not tired.”
    My eyes light up as desire pools in my stomach. “Neither am I.” Sleep is so not on the menu.
    She sucks in a sharp breath.
    Keeping my eyes locked on her, I scoop her into my arms, holding her close against my chest with her legs draped over my arm. I have to watch my step to make sure I don’t trip over any overturned drawers or their contents, but in mere moments we’re in the bedroom.
    “How do you want it, Angel?” I ask, laying her gently on the bed. Some days she still needs it slow, with her in complete control, to be comfortable. Other days I can’t see any remnants of the frightened creature who first showed up on my doorstep, and she’s more than happy to let me take the reins. I’d be surprised if the shock of having the place we live invaded hasn’t stirred up her fears. I want to be what she needs me to be, but fuck, I just want to bury myself in her.
    “Don’t hold back,” she whispers, looking up at me with a hint of shyness.
    My breath hitches. “Are you sure?”
    “Completely. I need to know that I’m still okay, that no one will be able to come into our lives and send me right back to who I was without warning, whenever they want. Show me I’m better. Show me we’re untouchable.”
    Oh, she's very touchable, but only by me.
    I can’t get out of my clothes fast enough, but then I realize she’s eagerly