Chapter Thirty-Two-Angel
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO-ANGEL
M y phone buzzes and I glance down. I am not expecting any calls, but when I see it’s from my Koukla, I am all smiles.
Koukla
I’m about to leave Maria’s. I just texted Banks to pick me up. But I wanted to ask you what time you’ll be home? Will you be there for dinner?
I close my eyes and lick my lips. It’s not the first time she called the condo home , but whenever she does, I get this ache in my chest. I know I need to make it official. And I plan on it.
Tonight. I am going to ask her to be mine for real tonight.
Angel
Wrapping things up. Banks is picking up Buffy from the vet. He’ll be there in six minutes. Then it’s fifteen to the condo. I expect you to text me in exactly twenty-one minutes that you’re home.
Koukla
Wow. Crazy much?
Angel
I need to know where you are at all times, Little Doll. Nonnegotiable.
Koukla
Why don’t you just track me then?
I don’t answer.
Koukla
Oh, my God. Do you track me? Angel! Seriously. That’s crazy.
Angel
I am crazy about you, Koukla. Now, stop asking questions if you don’t want the answers. The car will be there in two minutes. Wait for him to pull inside Luc’s garage before you leave the house.
Koukla
(three dots…but no reply)
Angel
Tell me you understand.
Koukla
Yes. I understand you. Sheesh. I guess this means you like me.
Angel
He’s there. Get your ass in the car and lock the door.
Koukla
Yes, Angel.
My heart pounds harder and all my attention is on her. I watch that little dot as the car drives away and my chest feels so fucking tight.
I think about those weeks when we were apart. I think about her taking off now. And suddenly, I can’t fucking breathe.
She can’t do that again. I won’t let her.
No way this woman is ever getting away from me.
Not now. Not ever.
I am keeping her.
For good.