“Yep,” Aria responded, her brain too alert to sleep anyway.
“Ooh, like a campout?” Prisha clapped her hands with childish glee. “Tell me a story, please, Mommy?”
“Yes, like a campout.” Aria laughed. Kids. So naturally easy for them to forget the minute before, the dangers that lurked there, and move on. “Sure, what story?”
“The princess and the pea, please.”
Chapter Four
Reece forced his lidsopen and groaned. It wouldn’t budge. Everything remained pitch black except for the lone sound. A buzz—no—a rustle. He listened.Fuck me.He was dead. The swish belonged to wings.Angel wings?What a shame. He imagined his headstone tagline: Cocky, Sexy, and departed at twenty-nine. Given his recent status as the dick of the year, his family would miss him for a short period then move on.Shit. His permanent bachelorhood was his undoing.
He moved his head. The sudden jolt of pain forced his lids open slightly. He winced. A pair of green eyes framed by dark hair stared at him. The yellow halo and white wings caught his attention.Christ, I’m dead?A sense of despair washed over him until his angel spoke.
“He’s awake.”
Reece opened his eyes a little more.
“Hey, mister, who are you?”
His eyes widened fully. He identified his angels. Both stood watching him, alert—definitely angels, only of the humankind. The smaller one looked around six or seven. Her wings belonged to a thick white blanket she held around her body. The yellow halo came from a rustling fire. Glad he wasn’t dead, Reece glanced up as the older one’s face came into view. He froze. The air left his body.
Holy fuck.Could this trip get any weirder? Reece blinked at the vision of beauty he’d shared a one-night stand with and wondered if he was hallucinating, or had he finally gone off the deep end. While Samantha learned the identity of this beautiful stranger, the discovery of her marriage gave way to restless sleep, filled with images of her face and constant jerking off in the shower. Reece glanced around the room. No sign of the husband yet.
“Hi.” He forced himself to breathe.
Her brow jumped upward in surprise. Indecision filled her gaze briefly before grim determination set in. “Who are you? What are you doing in my house?” her soft voice floated through the air like music to his ears.
“Your house?”
“Yes, my house. Who gave you my keys? Who sent you?”
He grinned. “Who sent me? For what?”
“Shut up. I’ll ask the questions.”
Reece glanced at the smaller angel who, still staring at him, appeared fascinated by the whole scene. His mystery woman wasn’t only married. She had a child too. “Hi. What’s your name?”
