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That made the guy in the armchair chuckle. “What’d you do to her anyway? She hasn’t gotten pissed enough to play the Dresden Dolls for months. Normally we’re only subjected to the country.”
“At least she hasn’t switched over to O-tep,” muttered the guy next to him. “I never want to see her that pissed again.” He sighed and looked Adam over again, some of the tension draining out of him. “I’m Mark. This is Q and Sam.”
“Adam.” He shook hands with Mark. “I don’t know what she thinks I did, I came over hoping to find out. Any hints?”
“All we know is what the music tells us,” said Sam. Q glared, first at Adam, then at Sam. Sam was obviously the chatty-Cathy, Q was the most protective and Mark fell somewhere in the middle. “This morning she was upset, something about Cowboy Casanova must have been cathartic or she wouldn’t have put it on repeat for so long, and now she’s moved on to being pissed. Really pissed. That’s what the Dresden Dolls means.”
Adam filed the information away for future consideration. Although, like her body language, knowing her emotional state didn’t tell him how she’d gotten that way.
“Does she have any reason to be pissed?” Q asked, obviously not mollified.
“Not that I know of, but it doesn’t mean I’m right,” Adam said, earning a small smile from Mark. “We were kind of on a... date last night and it got interrupted by some drama going on with my friends.” Which was partially true, although something had been going on in Angel’s head even before that.
“How’d you get this address? You’ve never come by here before.” Q’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“Michael gave it to me.”
“You’re friends with Mike?” It didn’t escape Adam’s notice that Q also used the shortened name, even though Michael had stated his preference when he’d met the group at Stronghold. Because Q knew Michael through Angel and so that’s what he knew him as, or because it would annoy Michael?
“Yeah.” Close enough anyway. His turn for a question. “Ah... so which of you are Angel’s housemate?”
Sam waved his hand around the room. “We’re all Angel’s housemates. It’s the three of us and her.”
A hard knot seemed to form in Adam’s stomach. Which he had no right to feel. It didn’t mean anything that she was living with three guys. And had a close guy friend staying with her. But good God, didn’t the woman have any female friends other than Leigh? He’d never considered himself a jealous person, but he didn’t have any other label for the emotion surging through him right now.
“Didn’t tell you she was living with three guys, did she?” Q asked, a little smugly. As if he expected Adam to turn tail and head out the door now, and that satisfied him.
“She’d mentioned her housemates, I assumed she’d be living with women.” He cleared his throat, realizing they’d gotten off track. It didn’t matter who her housemates were, he was there for her. “So, can you see if she’ll come down here?”
“Nope.” Mark grinned as Adam blinked. “We all know better than to bother her when she’s listening to the Dresden Dolls. If she switches back to musicals or country, I’d be willing to try.”
“Will you stop me from going up?” Maybe the element of surprise would help him.
Q didn’t look happy with the idea, but he didn’t answer either. Mark shrugged, a kind of disbelieving expression on his face.
“It’s your life.”
No wonder Adam hadn’t been sure whether or not she was a Domme when he’d met her at Chained. It was obvious Angel had no problem pushing around her housemates when she wanted to, so she had plenty of practice at being in charge. Personally, Adam wasn’t that patient. He wanted to know what was going on and if she reacted badly well, then, that would tell him something as well.
“Thanks.”
“It’s the last door on the right,” Mark said as he moved aside so Adam could move past him towards the stairs. As if Adam couldn’t follow the music.
Behind him, he could hear Sam chuckle.
“Bye bye boy. Have fun storming da castle.”
“Think it’ll work?”
“It would take a miracle.”
The laughter that followed the Princess Bride quotes was not reassuring.
Angel
Music wasn’t one of Angel’s passions, but it was something she indulged in, especially when her emotions were feeling out of control. Maybe if she was a better singer then she’d be more passionate about it, but Leigh was the one with the gorgeous voice. Angel was the one who liked to belt out country or musicals or sometimes rock music as a way of venting her negative energy.
And she had plenty of that, she thought darkly, glaring at her phone.
