“Yes, sire? How might I be of assistance?”
“I’d like to take Acadia on a date. A movie date. In the theater.”
“That can easily be arranged, sire. Are there any specifics?”
He rattled off a few things, then asked Phillip to send someone to his room. He wanted to handwrite the invitation and have it delivered to her. When the male agreed, they disconnected.
After jotting his request in a manner that was readable, then handing it off to theheurospwho arrived, Kaj had just enough time to shower and change before meeting Acadia in the theater.
Feeling like a youth for perhaps the first time in his life, he found himself smiling as he strolled into the bathroom.
An hour later, Kaj was walking through the clinic at Angel Central. He didn’t stop to check in with the healers, though he heard Apollo speaking, then a male responding. Amethyst offered a half-hearted wave from where she was seated in front of a computer screen.
He continued out of the infirmary, down the hallway. He passed the various storage rooms, the war room, which was still buzzing as they tied off the night’s patrols. On to the recreation room/bar. There were several people hanging around, including Eclipse and Orianna, who were sitting side by side on one of the sofas, as well as Malak, who was behind the bar, and Raksa, sitting on a stool.
Up the stairs, into the house. Theheurospwere busy preparing the morning meal, while Obsidian and Penelope were in the sunroom talking to Aphotic and Stygian. Kaj was surprised to see the brothers, but he didn’t stop to chat. He wasn’t about to be late for his date.
The dining room doors were open, and he could see several angels and vampires, even a couple of humans, already seated, including Bijou and Elizabeth. On the far side of the room, Oliver was sitting by himself, his gaze locked on Kaj’s daughter.
He shook his head at the obvious affection the male had for Bijou. If only he knew what was in store for him. Admittedly, there was a twinge of guilt that scurried through him. He knew Oliver’s fate, yet he hadn’t shared the details with anyone other than Obsidian.
Because he wouldn’t be doing so now, he pushed the thought to the back of his mind as he continued on. Through the kitchen, past the small formal seating area, down the wide hallway toward the front doors. Then up the stairs to the second floor. The doors to the library were open, but no one was inside. To the right, he could hear the clack of pool balls and the rumble of conversation. To the left … that was the direction he was heading, right after he picked up his date.
He went left, then hung a quick right down the hall to Acadia’s room, where he stopped and rapped his knuckles on the wood.
For some reason, he swiped his hand down his shirt to smooth out the wrinkles though he was fairly certain he’d never done that before. Ever. He stopped before he checked his hair. That was just stupid.
When the door opened, his jaw promptly unhinged, his eyes caressing the beautiful female who appeared.
“I thought I was going to meet you,” she said softly.
Kaj smiled. “I thought this more appropriate. Are you ready?”
“I am.”
He offered his arm, then curled his hand over hers when she slid her arm through.
“Two dates in one week,” she said softly as they made their way back down the hall, to the right this time and down to the theater.
“We’re making up for lost time.”
Her laughter made his chest puff out as though he’d done something spectacular. Truth was, Acadia was the spectacular one, and he was going to ensure she realized it. This was something simple that they needed, alone time, together. As a couple.
Phillip was standing at the theater doors, holding one open for them.
Kaj nodded at the male, then led the way inside. The overhead lights were on, the screen dark, and on the left side was what appeared to be a concession stand, stocked with every kind of candy known to humankind. As well as a popcorn machine that was getting a workout.
“Would you care for anything?” Kaj asked.
“M&M’s,” Acadia said quickly, as though she’d had those on her mind.
“Popcorn, sire?”
“Absolutely. And sodas.”
“I’ll bring them right down. Please take your seats.”
So he did, leading Acadia down to the second row, which appeared to be the most popular based on the way the cushions appeared to be more worn than the others. He held on to his female’s arm as she took her seat. When she was situated, he moved to the adjacent one. Phillip wasn’t far behind, delivering two popcorns—complete with their own red and white bags that announced what they were—and two soft drinks in red cups with clear straws.
