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just thinking,” she said, blinking back tears.
Ben saw her tears, reaching out to gently brush them away with his finger. “Thinking about Angel again?”
Nodding, she said, “I was thinking about how happy she was talking about Jase Devlin. He made her happy Ben, and we need to respect this.”
“You think I don’t know this? I know, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he grumbled, scowling.
She hugged him close, smiling when he automatically hugged her back. “I know Ben, but this is Angel’s day. It’s our formal goodbye to her. Let’s not let anything ruin it.”
Seeing his deepening scowl, as he stared back at Jase Devlin, she added, “Please, for me?”
Ben took in her pleading look and nodded at her. “I will, for Angel and for you.” He conceded.
Holding out his hand, Ben said, “Shall we go in?”
Taking a deep breath, she nodded, slipping her hand into his.
***
Jase surveyed the mourners walking through the church gates. They were hypocrites. Half the people here hadn’t bothered with Angel while she was alive. Some of them had even treated her with contempt, others had backstabbed her. Now that she was dead, they were milling into the church, as if they were her best friends. In reality, there were only a handful of friends who loved her for who she was.
Ben Reynolds was one of them, he admitted grudgingly. He watched Ben hold the statuesque redhead close to him. He briefly wondered how the lovely Ana would react to the obvious intimacy between the two of them. Watching Ben stroke the woman’s back, he smiled sardonically. Anyone could see the two of them were lovers, and if they weren’t then they certainly had been at one time or another. He wondered who she was.
Seeing her stiffen and turn her face towards him, he instantly recognized Stephanie Carovella, Angel’s best friend. He knew her from the photos Angel had littered around her home. He knew her or, at least, he felt like he did.
Angel had told him so much about the woman now watching him. Stephanie Carovella had been Dominic Delaney’s first and only real great love. She was Jesse Carlisle’s ex-girlfriend and at one time had been Ben Reynolds’ lover.
The only one, of the self-proclaimed famous five, to break free from the group, to pursue her own dreams, her own career, and her own life away from them. She was the only one who had ever had the strength to walk away from it all.
Stephanie Carovella was an enigma, a mystery to many, even most of her closest friends. She held herself with an inner strength which, on this darkest day, was evident.
He realized she was studying him back, analyzing him as intently as he was her. He nodded his head in acknowledgement. Angel had told him she was an investigative reporter. Her specialty was criminal reporting and at one time she’d been on the rise straight to the top. She’d been the L.A Times’ best investigative Journalist before she walked away from it all six months ago.
She’d quietly sold her apartment, quit her job and left, letting only a handful of friends know where she was. Now she was back, back for Angel’s funeral.
Seeing the steely determination in her eyes, as she met his gaze unwaveringly, he knew it wasn’t going to be so simple. In fact, he’d bet everything he owned that Stephanie had no intention of leaving until she found out what had happened to Angel.
Watching Ben lead her into the church, he smiled grimly. Instinct told him Stephanie Carovella was going to be trouble.
Chapter Seven
Gena Evans surveyed the people gathered to mourn Angeline Monroe with a sad smile. Everyone Angel had made contact with in her life was here to mourn her. She, herself, was here as a friend first and a Detective second.
Here, as a friend, because it was Angel who had helped her adjust to Californian living when she’d moved here from New York at the tender age of 17. They’d lived across the hall from each other during the first
Ben saw her tears, reaching out to gently brush them away with his finger. “Thinking about Angel again?”
Nodding, she said, “I was thinking about how happy she was talking about Jase Devlin. He made her happy Ben, and we need to respect this.”
“You think I don’t know this? I know, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he grumbled, scowling.
She hugged him close, smiling when he automatically hugged her back. “I know Ben, but this is Angel’s day. It’s our formal goodbye to her. Let’s not let anything ruin it.”
Seeing his deepening scowl, as he stared back at Jase Devlin, she added, “Please, for me?”
Ben took in her pleading look and nodded at her. “I will, for Angel and for you.” He conceded.
Holding out his hand, Ben said, “Shall we go in?”
Taking a deep breath, she nodded, slipping her hand into his.
***
Jase surveyed the mourners walking through the church gates. They were hypocrites. Half the people here hadn’t bothered with Angel while she was alive. Some of them had even treated her with contempt, others had backstabbed her. Now that she was dead, they were milling into the church, as if they were her best friends. In reality, there were only a handful of friends who loved her for who she was.
Ben Reynolds was one of them, he admitted grudgingly. He watched Ben hold the statuesque redhead close to him. He briefly wondered how the lovely Ana would react to the obvious intimacy between the two of them. Watching Ben stroke the woman’s back, he smiled sardonically. Anyone could see the two of them were lovers, and if they weren’t then they certainly had been at one time or another. He wondered who she was.
Seeing her stiffen and turn her face towards him, he instantly recognized Stephanie Carovella, Angel’s best friend. He knew her from the photos Angel had littered around her home. He knew her or, at least, he felt like he did.
Angel had told him so much about the woman now watching him. Stephanie Carovella had been Dominic Delaney’s first and only real great love. She was Jesse Carlisle’s ex-girlfriend and at one time had been Ben Reynolds’ lover.
The only one, of the self-proclaimed famous five, to break free from the group, to pursue her own dreams, her own career, and her own life away from them. She was the only one who had ever had the strength to walk away from it all.
Stephanie Carovella was an enigma, a mystery to many, even most of her closest friends. She held herself with an inner strength which, on this darkest day, was evident.
He realized she was studying him back, analyzing him as intently as he was her. He nodded his head in acknowledgement. Angel had told him she was an investigative reporter. Her specialty was criminal reporting and at one time she’d been on the rise straight to the top. She’d been the L.A Times’ best investigative Journalist before she walked away from it all six months ago.
She’d quietly sold her apartment, quit her job and left, letting only a handful of friends know where she was. Now she was back, back for Angel’s funeral.
Seeing the steely determination in her eyes, as she met his gaze unwaveringly, he knew it wasn’t going to be so simple. In fact, he’d bet everything he owned that Stephanie had no intention of leaving until she found out what had happened to Angel.
Watching Ben lead her into the church, he smiled grimly. Instinct told him Stephanie Carovella was going to be trouble.
Chapter Seven
Gena Evans surveyed the people gathered to mourn Angeline Monroe with a sad smile. Everyone Angel had made contact with in her life was here to mourn her. She, herself, was here as a friend first and a Detective second.
Here, as a friend, because it was Angel who had helped her adjust to Californian living when she’d moved here from New York at the tender age of 17. They’d lived across the hall from each other during the first
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