Page 252 of Avenging Angel


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“He lives in a homeless encampment.”

“He’s still solid.”

“How do you know that?”

All right.

Enough!

I threw both my arms out and cried, “I just know, all right?”

“Jessie?”

I turned.

And sure enough, about ten feet away, there was Homer and about seven other dudes from the camp.

They seemed menacing in the shadows, but they were scraggly and didn’t get regular nutrition.

Though, even if they were healthy, Eric was the kind of guy who could probably best the lot of them.

Another of those reasons why I was into him. It was clear he could take care of himself and any bad business that came his way, so in the end, if you were his, he could take care of you.

No one had ever taken care of me.

Not ever.

In my entire life.

“Everything okay?” Homer asked.

No!

“Yes,” I lied. “This is Eric. He’s a friend. And he’s not a fan of the hour I chose to visit you.”

Homer looked to Eric. “You’re right. It wasn’t smart.”

Oh my God!

Really?

“Homer!” I snapped.

He was still looking at Eric. “Make sure she comes when it’s safer. And come with her.” He jerked his head to the men behind him. “We’ll let you in.”

With that, he and his bedraggled, improvised posse shuffled back to the tents.

No help there.

“Jessie, look at me.”

I tore my eyes from the men who were fading into the mishmash of tents and darkness and looked up at Eric.

Mistake.

There wasn’t a lot of light, but the man was so handsome, I could see every delicious angle and delightful hollow of his perfect face.

And how did he get so close without me noticing?

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