“That means next time you’re not feeling well, you need to visit us. Right, Jinx?” She scratched his back, and he bopped his head into my hand, then slow-blinked as if to confirm the invitation. “Maybe we’ll have a few healers in the family,” Kat said.
“Oh, I don’t’ know if I’ll…”
She meant Angel, I realized. He was a healer-in-training, and already a key member of my loving family.
The future was looking brighter for all of us, and I knew exactly who I wanted to be a part of it.
Chapter thirty-three
Making Love
Later that week, I woke to Angel calling. I fumbled for the phone. “Hello?”
“Hey, pidge. Did I wake you up?”
“Noooo.”
He chuckled. “Go back to sleep.”
“Not until you’re in bed with me.” I yawned and hugged my scented bear in his stead. “How was your day? You had to work pretty late.”
“Eh, you fell asleep early.”
“Did I?” I yawned again and checked the time. “I’m sorry.”
“No worries. I, um, I did stay a little late for training.”
“What kind of training?”
He cleared his throat. “I wanted to practice my cake decorating.”
I smiled and cradled the screen against my pillow. “Do you do that normally? I thought you served the cakes, not made them.”
“Maybe I wanted to impress you with my skills,” he said.
“Mm, you have so many already.”
“Oh yeah? Can I demonstrate a few when I get home?” he teased.
I could barely open my eyes, let alone manage a happy ending.
“Can we rain check until morning?” I asked. “Or I can lend you a hand.”
“I’ll be fine as long as I get to hold you,” he said.
“Aw. You’re sweet.”
“And you’re sleepy.”
I giggled and chatted with him somewhat coherently until he finally got home and crawled into bed with me. That was the best. He smelled like sugar and vanilla and his natural musk.
“I love you,” I murmured into his neck, and he kissed me senseless.
It was his way of saying it. Stamping it on my skin. Our warmth always led to the most comforting dreams.
The next morning, I went to the kitchen, determined to make him breakfast. A big, white cake box was in the fridge.
I gasped and pulled at the string bow keeping the lid on it. This must’ve been what Angel was working on last night.
