“I had a weird dream last night,” Angel said, pulling her out of her thoughts.
He hadn’t said a word in a while. Sarah turned to him. He was staring straight ahead, his perfectly square jaw flexing ever so slightly, and the telling eyebrow at alert.
“I dreamed you lied to me.”
Feeling her heart speed up, Sarah stared at him but said nothing and waited for him to continue.
“It wasn’t a bad lie,” he went on, staring straight ahead. “The guys had talked me into making you an engagement ring rather than buying you one. They said it’d be more thoughtful, so I did, and it was ugly as shit.”
Normally something like this would have him smiling. Sarah felt like smiling, but he looked so serious she couldn’t.
“I proposed and gave it to you, and you said you liked it—said it was really nice.” He glanced at her now, not a sign of a smile, not even a twinkle in those eyes that locked on hers for a moment, and then he looked back at the road. “You were lying out of tact to save my feelings, but I saw it clear as day. Even though you hardly ever do it, it’s so obvious when you’re not telling me the truth or even holding back from telling me something. Like tonight.”
“What?”
“When I asked you, Sarah,” he said, noticeably gripping the wheel a little tighter, “if there was anything else Leo calls you or says to you that might turn my stomach, you said ‘no.’”
He stopped short of calling her a liar, but she knew it was what he was saying because he’d hit it right on the nose. Only just like in his dream she hadn’t lied out of malice. She just hadn’t wanted to make him more upset than he already was.
Angel turned to face her, only this time he didn’t look tense or mad. He looked . . . worried? “Why are you lying to me, baby?”
“I’m not,” she said, reaching out for his hand, but he kept it on the steering wheel.
“Ever since you started talking to Leo, something’s changed.”
“No, it hasn’t!” she said, beginning to feel her throat tighten. “Don’t say that.”
“Yes, it has.” He banged the steering wheel, raising his voice, but he wasn’t mad. He sounded almost panicked. “You would’ve never taken off to Havasu like you did before you met him!”
“That had nothing to do with him,” she said, just as alarmed and shocked that he’d think that. “I didn’t even know he was gonna be there. Is that what you’ve been thinking all this time? That I went there because of him?”
He didn’t respond to that, and Sarah turned to look at the road. “Pull over,” she said, calmly at first but then a little louder. “I said pull over!”
Angel started the slow merge off to the right side of highway, and she could see he was going to exit off the next ramp. “Why are you lying?” he asked, calmer this time as they pulled into an abandoned campsite parking lot.
She didn’t respond to that, just stared out the window at the flurries that were beginning to come down, trying to decide how much he needed to know.
“‘Are you feeling something for him?”
Her head literally jerked in his direction. “Are you crazy? How can you even ask me that?”
“I don’t know!” he said, putting the car in park, then turned to her and began to let it all out. “I don’t know what to think. This whole thing is crazy—weird. He’s fucking weird. He sends his sister near-naked photos of himself then brings her roses, and after hearing him call you baby girl tonight, I don’t know what to think, Sarah! I’d never call my sister that, and I’ve known her all my life. This guy’s known you, what? Three months? It’s just too damn weird, and he calls and talks to you ’til late at night. Sydney doesn’t even do that!” He stopped for a moment and peered at her almost as if he had to think about that but then went on. “I mean where’s this guy’s girlfriend? Doesn’t he have a social life? Am I supposed to believe he’d rather be talking to his sister—my girl—late into the night than some other chick?”
He finally stopped and took a deep breath, looking out his window. Sarah reached for his hand. It was off the steering wheel and resting on his thigh now. She took it and laced her fingers through it. Angel turned to look at her, his expression still completely exasperated. “I wasn’t lying to you, okay?” She shook her head, took a deep breath, and decided it’d be better if she just came clean. “You know he calls me beautiful,” she began, and Angel immediately interrupted her.
“No, I don’t,” he said, tugging his hand back, but she held it tightly. “You never told me that.”
“You saw the very first email he sent me—”
“He said you were beautiful,” Angel said, and she could see he was trying his best to stay calm. “More than once, but he didn’t call you beautiful, and, yeah, I thought it was weird, but it’s still different. So he calls you beautiful, huh? What else?”
Sarah gulped, beginning to regret having done this, but she was determined to be as honest as she could. “He sometimes shortens what he called me tonight,” she said, bracing herself for that to sink in.
She saw as the confusion washed over his face for moment, and then his brows shot up. “Baby?” he asked. “He calls you baby? Are you fucking kidding me?”
Sarah took her seatbelt off and climbed over the center console of his car, startling him at first. “Push the seat back a little,” she said.
“Sarah,” he started to say but brought his hand down, and the seat began moving back, giving her a room to straddle him. “You know I’m trying to be a patient,” he said as she brought both hands around his face, “but when it comes to you and—”
“I know,” she assured him then leaned in and kissed him softly, relieved that he kissed her back. “I get that it’s strange, but you said it yourself, Angel, he’s different—”
“Weird,” Angel corrected her. “I said he’s fucking weird.”
She smiled. “Okay, weird.”
“And if I ever hear him call you any those names—”
“You won’t,” she said confidently, kissing him again. “I get it, okay? It is a little odd, but then he’s odd. Still, I’m gonna talk to him, and you’ll never have to hear him call me anything but my name.” She pulled away and glared at him, her heart beginning to beat a little faster like it had when she demanded he pull over. “But don’t you dare ever question if I have feelings for him or any other guy. How could you even think that?”
Angel closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against her chest, bringing his arms around her. “There’s just something about this guy. I’ve felt it from day one. I didn’t like it then, and now, hearing the way he talks to you and that you’d allow it . . .”
He groaned, squeezing her tighter, but it wasn’t a good groan like when he was excited or happy. She could feel his hands fisting her shirt behind her tightly.
“Hey,” she said, pulling his face away from her chest so he’d look at her. “Technically, I didn’t allow him to do anything inappropriate. Just ’cause his choice of words are weird doesn’t make them wrong. I knew you wouldn’t like it, but I didn’t think you’d be this upset about it.”
“About him calling you baby?” he asked, his brows furrowing menacingly. “I call you that.” His hands fisted her shirt again. “And I’m pretty sure you’d be pissed if you ever heard me call another girl that.”
“You’re damn right I would be.” She squirmed on his lap as what he’d just said sunk in, and it hit her like a jolt.
She’d be furious and hurt, not to mention worried out of her mind that maybe he was feeling something for whoever he’d refer to in that way. No wonder he’d looked so hurt when he questioned her lying to him.
Taking his face in both her hands, she kissed him deeply. “Never,” she said, coming up for air and looking him in the eyes. “Never ever question my love and fidelity to you, okay?”
He stared at her, but he didn’t nod nor did his expression ease up as she expected him to. His hands still fisted her blouse tightly, and the intensity i
n those dark eyes of his was just as sharp as it’d been when they first pulled over.
“Sof said she was curious,” he said, throwing her thought process into a tailspin.
“What?” she asked, staring at him at a complete loss.
“She told me she gave into that moment of weakness because she’d been curious.”
Sarah felt her heart plummet. Not since that horrendous night years ago when he actually believed he’d caught her cheating on him had she felt that coldness in his eyes directed at her. “Are you saying you think I would—”
“I’m wondering why I had to force it out of you.” Sarah squirmed, trying to get off him, but he held her tight. “Just tell me why? Why didn’t you want me to know he speaks to you like this?”
“Because I didn’t want to upset you,” she said, still trying in vain to pull out of his hold. “I knew you wouldn’t like it, but—”
“You promised me you’d never do that again, Sarah.”
“I know,” she said, finally giving up the fight to get out of his death grip and fell against his chest instead where she felt just how hard his heart pounded. “I’m sorry.”
He loosened one hand and caressed her hair, but the other hand remained, gripping her blouse. “Look at me,” his panicked voice demanded, so she looked up at his equally dread-filled eyes. “You’re not curious?”
“No!” she said immediately.
“You sure?” His eyes searched hers.
“Yes!” she assured him then pecked his lips again and again.
“I’m not like Eric, Sarah.”
“I know you’re not.” She continued to kiss his lips.
“I’d never get over something like that.”
“I know you wouldn’t.” She stopped to look him deeply in the eyes because she needed him to really get this. “I’d never do something like that to you, Angel. Never. You have to know that. I love you.”
He stared at her for a moment before exhaling and hugging her tightly. “You scared the hell out of me,” he whispered, kissing the side of her face. “I don’t care if he is your brother,” he said, taking her face in his hands now. “I don’t want you alone with him ever. You understand me?” She nodded adamantly. “I trust you, but I don’t trust him.”
“I don’t trust him either, Angel.” This seemed to surprise him, and his brows came together. “I know there’s more to it than him just being different. I feel it too, okay? But it’s not fair to judge him because something tells us we shouldn’t trust him when he hasn’t actually done anything wrong. I didn’t tell you about the names he calls me because I know it’s more than just odd. Still it doesn’t prove anything.” She brought her finger to his lips before he could respond to that. “I promise you I’m not going about this the naïve way. I’m just as suspicious as you, and I’m questioning everything too, but until I have real reason not to, I’d like to give him the benefit of the doubt. I won’t keep anything from you again. No matter how small. Okay?”
He stared at her for a moment with that same intensity she’d come to love despite how nervous it made her sometimes. Without saying a word, Angel pulled her to him and kissed her. She kissed him back deeply and much longer than she had the entire time they’d been sitting there. Angel pulled the blouse out of the back of her jeans as their breathing accelerated. She drew back for a moment, looking around at the deserted parking lot. The snow was coming down in chunkier flakes, and she knew they needed to get to their cabin before it got too dark and the plows were no longer running. They hadn’t done it in a car in a long time, but the moment Angel pulled her blouse up and took her breast in her mouth she decided this was going to be the best makeup car sex they’d ever had. “Forever and Always,” she whispered as he brought his lips back up to hers.
“You’re mine,” he said roughly as he bit down on her bottom lip.
That wasn’t how it went, but given the circumstances, she let it go and devoured his tongue with an unrestrained moan.
~*~
Angel
It was disappointing.
Funny but disappointing none the less to get to the cabin and find that Alex and Valerie had had the same thought to get up there a day before everyone else. After the intense drive up there, Angel had every intention of letting out some steam by having his way with Sarah every way imaginable and using every room in that cabin to do so. He should’ve known something was up when he heard Alex asking some of the guys if they wanted to work his shift today. For some reason, since Angel knew Alex was coming up to the cabin this week along with his other siblings, Valerie, and Romero, Angel thought maybe Alex was trying to sneak in some time with someone else before he was gone all those days.
So Angel’s plans of setting up camp in front of the fireplace first thing when they got there to start things off were a wash. But at least they’d have a room to themselves, and he’d make the most of it.
Their first night there they spent the evening playing cards with Alex and Valerie and listening to music then watching a movie. Although it took them forever to decide what movie they’d watch, they finally all agreed on Castaway, and by the time it was over, they were all ready to hit the hay. They had a long day of skiing ahead of them the following day, but more than anything, Angel was anxious to get Sarah in bed. That rushed little appetizer they’d had in the car was hardly enough to rid him of the tension still pent up from knowing just how close Leo was feeling to Sarah. No fucking way was Angel going to believe now that this guy was interested in getting close to her in just a brotherly way. Something was going to have to give because Sarah spending any time with the guy alone just wasn’t happening. Even though she agreed to that stipulation now, Angel had a feeling it might become an issue eventually. For now he’d let it go. But he sure as hell would be finding out more about the guy once this trip was over.
The following morning after a wonderful tension-relieving night with Sarah, Angel left her sleeping blissfully while he got up to get the coffee going and make her some French toast.
“What are you doing?” Alex asked, pulling Angel out of the annoying thoughts he was having again of Leo and Sarah.
He turned to look at Alex, who was walking into the kitchen in his pajama pants, a T-shirt, and no shoes.
“I’m making French toast for Sarah,” Angel said then glanced down at Alex’s feet. “Aren’t you cold, man?”
Alex’s face soured when he saw the tray Angel had next to the stove top. Sarah’s plate had four thick slices of French toast already on it, and two steaming cups of coffee sat on the tray. Angel smirked, knowing what his brother must be thinking. So just to annoy him even further, he pulled out the orange juice from the fridge, poured some into two small glasses, and placed them on the tray.
“You’re kidding me with all this shit, right?” Alex glanced up at the stairs. “You know how bad this is gonna make me look? I’m not even sure what Valerie would prefer for breakfast.”
Angel laughed. “Seriously? That’s what you’re worried about? This is Valerie we’re talking about. The girl eats anything. Just make sure you make enough with her appetite.”
Alex groaned, opening the refrigerator and leaning in.
“There’s chorizo in there too,” Angel offered. “Can’t go wrong with chorizo.”
Even that last statement made him think of Leo and his can’t-go-wrong-with-roses comment he’d made that first day they met him. Annoyed that his thoughts would once again go there, Angel flipped the last piece of French toast onto the plate he and Sarah would be sharing. He picked up the loaded tray and headed out of the kitchen.
“Good luck with that,” he said as Alex pulled out the chorizo from the fridge with a frown.
“Just get out of here with that perfect ass breakfast before Valerie sees it.”
Chuckling, Angel walked up the stairs to his and Sarah’s room. He heard that familiar content groan as he neared the bedroom door. If he had to guess Sarah had just woken and was stretching with a huge smile on he
r face. He walked in, pushing the door open with his back, and then brought the tray around for her to see. Her bright eyes opened even wider at the sight of the food-filled tray, and he’d been right about her already smiling, but his insides were instantly on fire when he saw she held the phone to her ear.
“Who are you talking to?” he asked immediately.
She held her hand up. “I know. I’m sorry.” She pouted, half smiling, then turned to fix the pillow behind her so she could sit back comfortably. “I swear I meant to call you last night, but it completely slipped my mind.”
Angel stared at her as she continued to make herself comfortable and lifted the blanket for him to slip in next to her, but he couldn’t even move. He stood there taking extra-long deep breaths that did nothing to calm him. He actually hoped it might be Sydney she was apologizing to for not calling last night—anyone but Leo. The second she hung up she looked up at him, and he must’ve looked as ready to explode as he felt because her smile fell.
“That was my mom,” she said quickly. “She’d asked me to call her once we got up here, but I forgot.”
She went on to explain the rest, but all Angel could think of, as he felt his body give way to the tension that had taken it hostage so instantly, was this was bad. Even as he placed the tray of breakfast on her lap and she kissed and thanked him gleefully, his eardrums were still ringing. How the fuck was he ever going to be able to hear Sarah even mention she’d chatted with Leo again without losing it? Yesterday when he’d told her he didn’t want her alone with the guy, he didn’t realize that each time Leo spoke with her he might be sweet-talking her ass like he’d apparently been doing for months. He didn’t want to be mad at her. God, he didn’t want that asshole to ruin this trip for him, but he felt ready to spit now that the reality was sinking in. She’d gone along with this guy calling her baby and beautiful all this time, and she’d had no intention of telling Angel about it.
“What’s wrong?” she asked as she took a sip of her coffee.
Angel lifted his glass of juice and downed the whole thing, needing something to cool his insides. He was not going to argue about this now. Maybe when they got back home he’d bring it up again. He’d ask for more details about exactly what she and Leo talked about late into the night—something he’d be putting an end to given the eye-opener he’d gotten on the drive up. But he wouldn’t sour this trip.
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