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Authors: JB Lynn
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“I’ll let my buddy know we’re here.” Angel hopped out of the truck.
I slid out of my side slowly and waited in the driveway, not wanting to intrude on Angel’s friend. I surveyed the area while I waited. The few cars I saw weren’t old, but weren’t luxury models. The yards were well-kept, but, considering their varying heights, I guessed that the home owners did their own lawn care.
“Coming?” Angel called from the doorway of the house.
I hurried to meet him.
“What were you looking at?” He rang the doorbell.
“I didn’t want to just show up at a stranger’s door.”
He searched my face for a moment, his expression amused. “You’re different than the rest of your family.”
I grinned. “Thanks. I consider that a compliment.”
Chuckling, he shook his head. “I know the feeling.”
For a moment, smiling at each other, I forgot the strange circumstances of our relationship and just enjoyed his company.
“It’s open,” a voice called from inside the house.
Angel opened the door, and indicated that I should walk in ahead of him. I did so tentatively, wondering if his buddy had an unusually high voice.
Stepping inside a cramped foyer, he stood so close I felt his body heat as he walked in behind me.
“I brought a friend,” Angel announced.
I glanced back at him, unsure of how I felt about that classification. Did it somehow blur the line between our employer/employee relationship?
“Bring him in,” the woman replied. “I’m in the kitchen.”
Angel scooted around me and led the way. “Actually she’s a her. And she’s my boss, so no bad-mouthing me.”
I wondered if he’d said that to appease me, or to warn whoever was waiting for us to choose her words carefully.
We walked through a living room that was devoid of furnishings. It was bare and cold. I wondered what kind of people lived in the house.
“What happened to the furniture?” Angel asked as we entered an open country kitchen.
“It was uncomfortable,” the blonde woman with dark circles under her eyes replied from where she sat at the head of a large table. She threw open her arms, indicating she was waiting for a hug.
Angel hurried over and obliged her. “You look good, Nancy. I’ve missed you.”
“Liar,” she choked out emotionally. “It’s good to see you too.”
Feeling like I was intruding on a private reunion, I stared down at the floor.
“Introduce me to your boss,” Nancy ordered.
I looked up and found the seated woman smiling at me kindly. Relieved that she wasn’t upset that I’d arrived uninvited, I grinned back.
“Nancy meet Maggie.” Angel rested his hand on the back of Nancy’s chair, which I realized was actually a wheelchair. “Maggie, this is Nancy.”
I hurried over and extended my hand. “Nice to meet you. Sorry for showing up unannounced and uninvited like this.”
She studied me for an awkward beat as my outstretched hand hung in the air between us. “Not Navy.”
Angel shook his head. “No. Not Navy. Doing the civilian thing now.”
Nancy nodded her approval and grabbed my hand. “Then it’s very nice to meet you, Maggie. You guys want some coffee?”
Angel shook his head. “Naah, we’ve both got places to be. This will only take a couple of minutes. You two can get acquainted while I move my stuff.”
I glanced at him, startled that he was going to leave me alone with this stranger.
“Relax,” he teased. “Nancy doesn’t bite. Besides you need some normal people in your life.”
I couldn’t argue with him there.
Chapter Eight
Angel was true to his word. While Nancy grilled me about how I knew him and then clucked sympathetically when I explained about the situation with Katie, Angel loaded a few boxes and a stuffed oversized duffle bag into his truck.
While I would have loved to have
“I’ll let my buddy know we’re here.” Angel hopped out of the truck.
I slid out of my side slowly and waited in the driveway, not wanting to intrude on Angel’s friend. I surveyed the area while I waited. The few cars I saw weren’t old, but weren’t luxury models. The yards were well-kept, but, considering their varying heights, I guessed that the home owners did their own lawn care.
“Coming?” Angel called from the doorway of the house.
I hurried to meet him.
“What were you looking at?” He rang the doorbell.
“I didn’t want to just show up at a stranger’s door.”
He searched my face for a moment, his expression amused. “You’re different than the rest of your family.”
I grinned. “Thanks. I consider that a compliment.”
Chuckling, he shook his head. “I know the feeling.”
For a moment, smiling at each other, I forgot the strange circumstances of our relationship and just enjoyed his company.
“It’s open,” a voice called from inside the house.
Angel opened the door, and indicated that I should walk in ahead of him. I did so tentatively, wondering if his buddy had an unusually high voice.
Stepping inside a cramped foyer, he stood so close I felt his body heat as he walked in behind me.
“I brought a friend,” Angel announced.
I glanced back at him, unsure of how I felt about that classification. Did it somehow blur the line between our employer/employee relationship?
“Bring him in,” the woman replied. “I’m in the kitchen.”
Angel scooted around me and led the way. “Actually she’s a her. And she’s my boss, so no bad-mouthing me.”
I wondered if he’d said that to appease me, or to warn whoever was waiting for us to choose her words carefully.
We walked through a living room that was devoid of furnishings. It was bare and cold. I wondered what kind of people lived in the house.
“What happened to the furniture?” Angel asked as we entered an open country kitchen.
“It was uncomfortable,” the blonde woman with dark circles under her eyes replied from where she sat at the head of a large table. She threw open her arms, indicating she was waiting for a hug.
Angel hurried over and obliged her. “You look good, Nancy. I’ve missed you.”
“Liar,” she choked out emotionally. “It’s good to see you too.”
Feeling like I was intruding on a private reunion, I stared down at the floor.
“Introduce me to your boss,” Nancy ordered.
I looked up and found the seated woman smiling at me kindly. Relieved that she wasn’t upset that I’d arrived uninvited, I grinned back.
“Nancy meet Maggie.” Angel rested his hand on the back of Nancy’s chair, which I realized was actually a wheelchair. “Maggie, this is Nancy.”
I hurried over and extended my hand. “Nice to meet you. Sorry for showing up unannounced and uninvited like this.”
She studied me for an awkward beat as my outstretched hand hung in the air between us. “Not Navy.”
Angel shook his head. “No. Not Navy. Doing the civilian thing now.”
Nancy nodded her approval and grabbed my hand. “Then it’s very nice to meet you, Maggie. You guys want some coffee?”
Angel shook his head. “Naah, we’ve both got places to be. This will only take a couple of minutes. You two can get acquainted while I move my stuff.”
I glanced at him, startled that he was going to leave me alone with this stranger.
“Relax,” he teased. “Nancy doesn’t bite. Besides you need some normal people in your life.”
I couldn’t argue with him there.
Chapter Eight
Angel was true to his word. While Nancy grilled me about how I knew him and then clucked sympathetically when I explained about the situation with Katie, Angel loaded a few boxes and a stuffed oversized duffle bag into his truck.
While I would have loved to have
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