I fought preening.
“Right on, Luna,” Gabe said.
“It wasn’t dramatic. His gun was on his desk. I swiped it to the floor, then kneed him in the ’nads when he made a play for me. I hit him with a chair when he was down,” I explained.
“Awesome,” Gabe said.
“Jesus,” Cap said.
“Baby,” Knox said.
I looked to him.
“Kiss,” he demanded.
He could lean my way and take one.
But…
Whatever.
I leaned his way and gave him one.
He went back to his crispy chicken sandwich.
And I returned to my dog.
To say the courtyard was populated when we arrived was an understatement.
Everyone rushed me after we got through the gate.
But it was Martha who shoved me into a patio chair and Harlow who pushed a glass of wine into my hand.
“Good Lord, you girls are going to give me a heart attack,” Martha complained.
Yes, the Oasis Square residents somewhat knew about the Angels’ business. We didn’t brief them on our missions, but this wasn’t the first return after a kidnapping, just sayin’.
“Are you all right?” Raye asked, taking a chair beside mine and grabbing my free hand.
“I’m fine.” I leaned toward her and whispered, “Knox’s dad is an asshole, though.”
She made a face that didn’t state the half of it.
Alexis gave me an over-the-back-of-the-chair hug. “Ohmigod! I’m so glad you’re okay.”
I twisted my neck to look at her. “Nothing could keep me away from your big day.”
She let out a sobby laugh and hugged me harder.
“Have you had dinner?” Gemma asked while Alexis released me.
“We swung through a drive thru,” I told her.
“Kidnapped?” Martha spat. “What? Nothing to see here. No biggie. I’ll just get rescued and grab a burger on the way home.”
“I got a hotdog,” I corrected her.
“Jesus!” she screeched.
