In that case, I feared that I was going to be wearing angel wings forever.
Cool hands stilled my shoulders, and I felt him guide the wings gently down my arms. When I was free, I turned to face him.
“Thank you,” I said quietly. “Any chance you can break them?”
“Nope, my goddaughter thinks you’re an angel. I’m not going to tell her you’re not.”
“Finally, a female you listen to,” I snarked.
“I listen to you.”
“You really don’t,” I scoffed.
“I do. You just don’t see me when I hear you.”
Frowning, I looked at him. “I don’t even know what that means.”
“It means I listen, and you don’t admit it when I do.”
“Say more words,” I encouraged him.
“I didn’t do anything to Johnathan,” he said as he turned and closed the door. “I heard what he said, and then Cooper took him to the police.”
“He had a broken nose and a dislocated shoulder,” I said dryly.
“It was unfortunate that Charlie let go of him when he stumbled on the stairs.”
“Hepushedhim down the stairs,” I corrected him.
Onyx shrugged innocently. “I wasn’t there, I can’t say for sure.”
I stared at him open-mouthed. “That’s not listening to me, that’s avoidance.”
Onyx reached for me, and I stepped back, and he gave a heavy sigh. “I had a guy in front of me who had just told me he was willing to fuck you over for a client list. I mean, you have good clients, but he was willing to let you die over a list.” His thumb rubbed over his ring. “I stood there, and I listened, and every single fucking part of me wanted to gut him like he gutted that rat. But I didn’t. For you.”
“He wasn’t worth it,” I told him quietly. “You did the right thing.”
“Angel, he wassoworth it. I was fighting myself to stay in place, because I knew if I moved, if I touched him, you would never talk to me again.”
“Onyx, that’s . . . I don’t even know.” Tilting my head back, I looked up at the ceiling. “She has a mirror on the ceiling,” I blurted.
“I know.”
“How do you know?”
“This is my bedroom.”
I looked around wildly. Why hadn’t I seen it before?Of course, this was his room. Away from the others, neat, black and white, manly. His cologne had even been on the shelf inthe bathroom, and I had thought it was a cute coincidence. He maybe didn’t listen to me, but did Iseehim? “Shit.”
“Which side do you want?” he said with a smirk as he jerked his head to the bed.
“Why is there a mirror?” I asked him suspiciously.
“Because Chrissy thinks she’s hysterical and calls me vain, so she put a mirror above the bed so I can watch myself sleep.”
That would be totally something she would do because it made no sense. “How do you watch yourself sleeping?”
“She thinks she’s funny; no one said she’s smart.”
