inserted the ice cream, knowing that from where she stood she’d seen the container. He had no choice but to take the cookies from the bag and put them in the cabinet. Folding the bag he put it under the sink into the container Angel kept them in. Then he waited.
She came over to the cabinet, opened it, and looked at the cookies. Then she opened the freezer and stared. He waited for her to speak, but she didn’t. Instead, she turned toward the bedroom and he followed, removing his clothes and tossing them on the chair in her room. Without talking, they climbed into the bed. Without talking, they made love. And without talking, they went to sleep.
* * *
The feel of Angela’s eyes on him pulled Rafe from his sleep. He blinked and rubbed his eyes before looking up at her.
“I’m going to be busy for the next few days,” Angela announced. “I won’t have any time to see you.” She made an odd movement of her head. “I’ve gotten behind on my work and it’s due.”
“I thought you were caught up?” Raphael countered.
“Well, I’m not. I don’t have to explain. I have a job, everyone seems to keep forgetting that.”
“Suit yourself,” Raphael said climbing from the bed and heading for the shower. He wasn’t going to beg Angela and he sure as hell wasn’t going to fight with her about that damn ice cream. He’d thought she’d find it amusing. She hadn’t. She’s right , he thought. They did need a few days apart.
For the past two months he’d almost forgotten that he was sleeping with the enemy. But he remembered now. Raphael showered and left Angela’s apartment without another word to her. She was perched in front of her computer, behaving as though she didn’t know he was there. To hell with her , he thought as he slammed the door. If she didn’t want him, he didn’t want her.
But he did.
Angela turned around at the sound of her door slamming. There was a lump in her throat. But she’d done the right thing. She was getting too close to Raphael Remeris. He was exerting too much of a hold on her. She knew it and he knew it.
She walked to her cabinet and took out a bag of cookies that he’d bought. She should have trusted her instincts. No wonder she’d been thinking so much about him in the store; he’d been there. And when she’d seen the squad car outside the store, she’d gotten chills.
He’d been there when she put the ice cream and cookies back and then he’d bought them. And he’d brought them to her home to let her know that he knew. She closed her eyes. She had to go and see her brother. She had to get Rafe off her mind.
* * *
Four days had passed and Raphael had gotten little sleep. He tried telling himself he was coming down with something, but he knew very well what that something was. He’d gotten too used to sleeping in the bed next to his angel.
Tossing and turning, he punched the pillows, willing himself to forget her, to pretend she didn’t exist. A moment later he reached for the phone. Pretending she didn’t exist wasn’t working.
“Can I come over?” he asked as soon as she answered.
“I’m tired.”
“Just for a little while.”
“I don’t feel like making love.”
“Angela.”
“What?”
Raphael sucked in his breath. “We don’t have to make love.”
“Then why would you come over?” she asked him, her voice filled with enough ice to chill the entire state of Illinois.
He sighed. “I have no idea. Who knows what I was thinking?” he said and hung up. But he did know what he was thinking. He was thinking he wanted her in his arms, wanted to feel her soft skin against his own, smell the scent of jasmine and vanilla on her, taste the sweetness of her when she wasn’t growling at him. He wanted to fall asleep with her in his arms. That was what he was thinking. But there was no way he would admit that to her.
* * *
Angela turned in her bed; it felt empty. And she now hated that feeling. Always she’d wanted every inch of space she
She came over to the cabinet, opened it, and looked at the cookies. Then she opened the freezer and stared. He waited for her to speak, but she didn’t. Instead, she turned toward the bedroom and he followed, removing his clothes and tossing them on the chair in her room. Without talking, they climbed into the bed. Without talking, they made love. And without talking, they went to sleep.
* * *
The feel of Angela’s eyes on him pulled Rafe from his sleep. He blinked and rubbed his eyes before looking up at her.
“I’m going to be busy for the next few days,” Angela announced. “I won’t have any time to see you.” She made an odd movement of her head. “I’ve gotten behind on my work and it’s due.”
“I thought you were caught up?” Raphael countered.
“Well, I’m not. I don’t have to explain. I have a job, everyone seems to keep forgetting that.”
“Suit yourself,” Raphael said climbing from the bed and heading for the shower. He wasn’t going to beg Angela and he sure as hell wasn’t going to fight with her about that damn ice cream. He’d thought she’d find it amusing. She hadn’t. She’s right , he thought. They did need a few days apart.
For the past two months he’d almost forgotten that he was sleeping with the enemy. But he remembered now. Raphael showered and left Angela’s apartment without another word to her. She was perched in front of her computer, behaving as though she didn’t know he was there. To hell with her , he thought as he slammed the door. If she didn’t want him, he didn’t want her.
But he did.
Angela turned around at the sound of her door slamming. There was a lump in her throat. But she’d done the right thing. She was getting too close to Raphael Remeris. He was exerting too much of a hold on her. She knew it and he knew it.
She walked to her cabinet and took out a bag of cookies that he’d bought. She should have trusted her instincts. No wonder she’d been thinking so much about him in the store; he’d been there. And when she’d seen the squad car outside the store, she’d gotten chills.
He’d been there when she put the ice cream and cookies back and then he’d bought them. And he’d brought them to her home to let her know that he knew. She closed her eyes. She had to go and see her brother. She had to get Rafe off her mind.
* * *
Four days had passed and Raphael had gotten little sleep. He tried telling himself he was coming down with something, but he knew very well what that something was. He’d gotten too used to sleeping in the bed next to his angel.
Tossing and turning, he punched the pillows, willing himself to forget her, to pretend she didn’t exist. A moment later he reached for the phone. Pretending she didn’t exist wasn’t working.
“Can I come over?” he asked as soon as she answered.
“I’m tired.”
“Just for a little while.”
“I don’t feel like making love.”
“Angela.”
“What?”
Raphael sucked in his breath. “We don’t have to make love.”
“Then why would you come over?” she asked him, her voice filled with enough ice to chill the entire state of Illinois.
He sighed. “I have no idea. Who knows what I was thinking?” he said and hung up. But he did know what he was thinking. He was thinking he wanted her in his arms, wanted to feel her soft skin against his own, smell the scent of jasmine and vanilla on her, taste the sweetness of her when she wasn’t growling at him. He wanted to fall asleep with her in his arms. That was what he was thinking. But there was no way he would admit that to her.
* * *
Angela turned in her bed; it felt empty. And she now hated that feeling. Always she’d wanted every inch of space she
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