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meant what she'd said. She'd been telling Josie to get lost since the first day the angel had arrived, but now she discovered that the thought of Josie's leaving for good pained her. But the angel couldn't stay around forever, could she? |
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A loud curse from outside made D.J. spin toward the door. She winced when her shoulder protested the sudden movement. When would those damn pain pills kick in? Biting her lip, she grabbed her gun and headed outdoors. |
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Just as she reached for the doorknob, it turned, and McCall appeared in the opening. He cast an evil glance at D.J. and, wide-eyed, she backed out of his way. Shirtless, sweaty, scowling. He was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She continued to stare at him, but he pushed past her and went into the bathroom. |
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D.J. glanced at Josie, who shrugged. "Go and help him, dear." |
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"I don't know. All that sweaty, muscled man. You can think of something." Josie disappeared. |
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"I'm sure I can," D.J. said to the now empty room. |
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"Who are you talking to?" McCall appeared in the hall connecting the living room to the bath and bedrooms. He held a cold cloth around his hand. His chest still glistened with well-earned sweat. |
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"Who me? AhI was talking toahyou. That's right. I asked you what happened." D.J. bit her tongue to keep from cursing. She sounded like a lovesick kid. It wasn't like she'd never seen a half-naked man before. She woked with a building of men, and most of them weren't shy about baring |
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