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could smell the chocolate frosting dripping down the side of a still-warm yellow cake. |
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D.J. sighed and shook her head. No time for pleasure now. She'd satisfy her craving tomorrow. "I just wanted to let you know I was staying here. I don't think he should be alone." |
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"No, I'm sure you're right. He's been quite accident-prone lately, hasn't he?" |
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"Yeah. Which reminds me: Are you sure you're not supposed to watch over him instead of me? I mean, I can take care of myself. But he seems kind of . . . Well . . ." D.J. shrugged and looked back at McCall. The sight of him on the bed, looking so strong and powerful and masculine, made the thought of telling Josie he was helpless seem ludicrous. D.J. just shrugged. "You know what I mean." |
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"Raphael was quite clear on the subject, dear. You are my charge. Christian can take care of himself." |
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"Well, can't you watch over him too?" |
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Josie frowned. "I don't think so. So far, whatever powers I have are limited to you. When I concentrate I know where you are, what you're doing. I haven't had any flashes of the future, if that's what you mean. I don't know if I'm supposed to. Perhaps I should ask Raphael." |
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"Yeah, why don't you ask him? Get the angel rules straight. In the meantime, I've had enough for today. I'm going to bed." |
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D.J. started to close the door to McCall's room, then hesitated. A glance around her revealed that Josie had already disappeared. |
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She tiptoed back into the room. Taking a blanket |
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