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only problem with that attitude was, Josie didn't buy it. |
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"I'm sorry," D.J. said. "I'm sure you'd rather be in heaven than in an Outgamie hotel room with me. I suppose your loved ones are all there waiting for you, and I'm throwing a stick into the works." |
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"Not exactly," Josie said, and the sadness in her voice made D.J. curious. |
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"Well, what exactly? Tell me, Josie. What's heaven like?" |
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"I wouldn't know. I'm not allowed to go there until I'm done with you." |
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"That sounds suspiciously like blackmail to me. It's not your fault I am the way I am. How can He withhold Heaven from you?" |
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"He can do anything He wants. That's why He's God." Josie brushed her palms together as though washing her hands of the topic. "Now enough about me. My life is over, and I'm not allowed to burden you with the details. Let's talk about you. Raphael pointed out that I've been going about this thing with you and Christian all wrong. Getting you two into bed isn't going to work." |
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"No kidding. He's more screwed up than I am." |
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D.J. glanced up sharply at Josie's words. Her eyes narrowed as she studied the angel's face. Josie knew somethingand she wasn't sharing. "What? What do you know about him? Tell me." |
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"I can't. Christian's secrets are for Christian to share." |
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