Page 107 of Avenging Angel


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“Good.”

“Does your mom think I’m a lunatic?”

His lips tipped up. “I’m not sure you were listening close enough when I told you some of the stories about the Rock Chicks.”

“They weren’t dating her son,” I pointed out.

“She thought it was cute you were nervous. She thought it was sweet you wanted to plan a dinner. And she’s down to hold off with getting to know you better until after we meet up with your dad.”

I rubbed my lips together before I asked, “Did you tell her about…all of that?”

“I told her you had a rough history and were estranged from your father because of it. I told her he didn’t give you a lot of warning before coming into town, so you’re on your back foot with that. And she knows your part in the Elsie Fay thing because Mace noted it in the file when he wrote the final report.”

“And she thinks about that…?” I prompted.

He grinned. “Babe, you really need to read the Rock Chick books. And my mom is a Rock Chick.”

“There’s more than one book?”

“They all have them.”

Whoa.

I should have probably done that when I got home rather than claiming Patches for cuddle time then passing out.

As if he read my mind, Cap remarked, “Take it that’s Patches.”

Patches was white with black and brown splotches on his back, his full tail was the two latter colors, and he had one black ear with that color framing his eye, one brown ear, an otherwise white face, pink nose and tawny eyes about the color of Cap’s mom’s.

“That’s Patches,” I confirmed.

“He’s cute,” he muttered, his gaze aimed to the floor.

I twisted my neck to see Patches sitting close to the couch, tail sweeping my rug, staring at us with curious eyes, maybe because he hadn’t met Cap yet and he was trying to get a bead, maybe because cats were just curious.

I stopped looking at Patches.

He was cute and all, but Cap was cuter.

“So Shirleen didn’t want a just-you-and-her dinner to warn you you’d be disowned if you kept dating me?”

His attention cut back to me, and when I got it, I saw he appeared amused.

His tone held the same when he asked, “Why the fuck would she do that?”

“I nearly passed out in your offices today due to hot guy overload mixed with unexpectedly meeting people who are important to you.”

“I told you she thought it was cute.” He touched his lips to mine then said, “Stop worrying. She likes you. It was me who wanted dinner alone with my mom. I didn’t want more pressure on you, but also, I haven’t seen her in six months, and we’re close.”

“Oh,” I mumbled.

“Yeah.” He smiled. “And don’t worry about doing a big dinner. Stella says everyone can come over to her and Mace’s house. She rocks in the kitchen almost as much as she rocks a stage.”

Did he say what I thought he said?

“Stella Gunn?” I asked to confirm.

“Yeah, Mace’s wife.”

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