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Now she sounded like the D.J. he was familiar with: rude and to the point. Why on earth did he like her so damned much? |
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"Seven o'clock at Lasagne Lovers. Got a dress?" |
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D.J. rolled her eyes. "Please. Why is everyone so interested in my wardrobe all of a sudden? Just be thankful I'm coming, McCall, and shut up." |
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With those parting words, D.J. twisted her key in the lock, hopped into the cab of the pickup, and roared off down the road. |
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By the time she arrived home D.J. had a half an hour to change and get to the restaurant. She barreled through the front door, tossed her keys on the hall table, and made a beeline for her bedroom. |
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"There you are, dear." Josie hovered over the bed reading, of all things, a romance novel. "Did you have a nice time at the day-care center?" |
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D.J. stopped in midrush. "How did you know where I went?" |
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"I'm your guardian angel. I have to know where you are and what you're doing at all times. I'm supposed to protect you." |
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D.J. crossed the room to her closet. "I thought you were supposed to teach me how to love." |
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"That, too. If something happens to you, it'll be a little hard to fulfill my mission, won't it?" |
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"I suppose so. Don't worry; I can take care of myself." D.J. looked up from a perusal of her nearly empty closet with a grimace. "And, by the way, knock off the celestial housekeeping. You're going to get me in trouble." |
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Josie's blue eyes widened with feigned inno- |
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