together.
“I’ve got to get her out of here.” Rafe jumped up from the chair so quickly, he almost dumped Julie in the floor. He caught her just in time and once again she found herself sitting in the chair while he paced the floor. To Julie, his eyes looked half-crazed and he looked more demon than she’d ever seen him. Remington must have thought the same thing because he stood up and placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Calm down, Rafe. There’s no need to panic.”
“No need!” Rafe shouted, running his hands over his head in the gesture she’d come to realize meant he was nervous. Her heart sped up a beat. Or scared. “My woman is pregnant and she has a bounty on her head. I think I need to fucking panic.”
“I really think the bounty was more of a way to get you back in hell, not to really harm her. You know Luke has a warped sense of humor.”
“Oh, that makes me feel lots better.” Rafe threw his hands up in the air as if to indicate his brother was crazy. Remington turned around and caught the smile forming on her face and winked at her. She shrugged her shoulders. What could she say? Rafe was damn cute when he was upset.
Rafe continued to pace and Remington just watched him. He had no idea how to help his brother over this latest hurtle in the drama that was the Conroy family. The family had wondered why Rafe had gotten a wild hair up his ass about breaking the curse that kept the brothers bound in servitude to Luke. Now, Remington knew why. She—they—were sitting on the chair behind him.
Rafe had a woman and a child on the way. Just like Roark. A wave of loneliness swelled inside Remington and threatened to drown him. His brothers were not only mated but had children on the way. Suddenly, his life sucked. Oh, he wasn’t one to usually bemoan his fate. Had in fact enjoyed most of the benefits of being on Luke’s payroll rather than a reluctant resident of hell. He had several nice fat bank accounts and had gotten as much pussy as his demon could have possibly handled.
He just hadn’t found a woman of his own.
Not yet.
For a moment, he thought about calling his mother, or Kayley. Or Clementine, his mother’s assistant. Another angel and a woman he tried to avoid at all costs. But, he’d be willing to put up with the prudish miss if it would help his brother’s mate. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. They should take Julie to heaven. It would take more than a wayward, ex-bounty hunter to make Luke darken the halls of heaven.
He opened his mouth to tell Rafe what he thought they should do when the air around them began to shimmer. Almost immediately, it felt as if an electric current had zapped him. He was more than familiar with that feeling. Out of instinct, he covered his eyes before the burst of light could blind him.
Blinking, he saw the fully formed figure near the door.
Clementine, his mother’s assistant. An angel in training.
And the woman he was becoming more and more certain was his.
“Hello.” The seductive silkiness of her voice was totally at odds with the long flowing white dress she wore that covered her from the neck down. Just that one word, spoken by her, had his body on full alert, just as it always had since she’d started working for his mother. A fact he’d been very careful to conceal from his family.
“Clementine, what are you doing here?” Rafe had stopped his pacing as soon as the other woman had appeared.
“Your mother wishes to extend an invitation to you and Julie.”
Remington noted Clementine didn’t glance his way. So what else was new he thought? She avoided him like the plague anytime he visited his mother in heaven, or whenever his mother came to hell and brought the curvy angel with her. Remington didn’t know whether to be annoyed or grateful as hell.
“It’s a good idea, Rafe. No one can get to her there.” He crossed his arms and straightened to his full height. Even though he wasn’t anywhere near
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