Angel in Training (The Louisiangel Series, Book One) by C. L. Coffey Read Free Book Online

turned my head,
fighting against the hand which was holding me in place. His lips
caught the very edge of my mouth. They were much softer than I
thought they would be, the slight scratch of his stubble tickling
my skin.
    He pulled away a fraction, smirking. “You’re
playing hard to get?”
    Before I could even begin to explain, he was
suddenly yanked away from me. “Is this jerk botherin’ ya?” It was
one of the college guys, his buddies, including the one who had
been asleep, flanking him.
    “Not really,” I quickly told the guy. He
looked like he could bench-press an alligator, and his friends
looked like they worked out too.
    Joshua righted himself from where the guy had
tossed him, and before I knew what was happening, Joshua had
punched him. The college guy stumbled backwards a couple of steps,
and then a full-on brawl ensued. I watched in horror as the other
three guys decided to get in on the action.
    “Oh, my God! Stop it!” I yelled, my cries
falling on deaf ears. The bartender was already on the phone, but
Joshua could have been really hurt by the time the cops
arrived.
    I darted over and grabbed the guy who had
been sleeping, and yanked him out of the fray. I was a girl who had
to get someone to help her open a jar nine times out of ten; who
had to make several trips when carrying heavy groceries; who had no
upper body strength...
    Or, apparently, I used to be.
    He went flying. Literally. I tossed him
across the room like he was a tennis ball, his body crashing into
the table he had been asleep on.
    I didn’t stop to think about it. The other
three guys hadn’t even noticed that their friend was now lying
unconscious. Don’t get me wrong – Joshua was certainly getting his
own hits in, but he was still outnumbered.
    Without thinking of the consequences, I
jumped in, again: two more of the guys quickly disappearing from
the mix. With just Joshua and my would-be rescuer still battling it
out, I jumped between the two of them, my arms outstretched.
    It was a stupid move on my part. I got
between my ‘rescuer’ and his fist. And damn, it hurt. He punched my
cheek, just to the side of my right eye and sent me reeling.
Through dancing black spots, I saw the look of horror on his face,
the look of anger on Joshua’s, and then stupidly jumped back in the
middle of it all again.
    This time, however, I ducked. I felt the air
move above me as Joshua’s fist flew over my head. Instead of
hitting the college guy, he missed. I had ducked the fist, but gone
head first into Joshua, tackling him to the ground. Just in time
for half a dozen cops to come pouring into the bar.

CHAPTER FOUR
    Disappointment
     
     
    I was in jail. If it hadn’t been me and I had
been listening to a friend recounting the incident, I would have
been laughing. Instead, I was nursing my cheek, feeling insanely
sorry for myself.
    The three guys I had sent flying had been
taken to the hospital. I had no idea how much I had hurt them and
that was playing on my mind. Nobody had mentioned being an angel
meant I was stronger than most men. Not that it would have
mattered. I probably would have done the same thing again anyway,
but it still didn’t stop me feeling guilty.
    Joshua was sitting in the same room as me,
though the room had been split into two cells. He was leaning
against the wall as he stared up at the ceiling, refusing to look
at me. To make it worse, I was going to be sporting a really nasty
bruise and it looked like he had escaped any injuries to that
pretty face of his.
    The one thing I could be thankful for was
that the other guy was in another room. The cops had decided that
Joshua was probably safer with me than my wannabe rescuer and
didn’t make a split due to sex.
    We’d been in there a while. I had no idea
what the protocol was for an angel who had been arrested, but
considering I was supposed to be dead, I had given them a false
name, told them I was a tourist and staying at the first hotel I
could think of. I was