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

could muster. “It’s me. Angel,” I added, just in case he knew
another female with an English accent.
    “Angel?” he repeated, sounding as surprised
as Cupid had. There was a small pause. “What are you doing on South
Broad Street?”
    “I’m at the police department,” I admitted,
wondering how he knew where I was. Did I have some form of GPS
tracking device on me that I didn’t know about? “I may have gotten
arrested.”
    There was a very long silence, which had me
twisting the phone cord around my finger nervously. “Stay where you
are.” Then he hung up.
    I cradled the phone and walked outside. It
was like walking into a wall of water. I’m not sure where Cupid had
gotten his facts from, but it was really humid. Strangely though,
even as I sat on the low wall in front of the precinct, waiting for
Michael as the sun beat down on me, I wasn’t hot. No doubt some
kind of angel side effect. I tilted my head back, ignoring the
occasional passerby, and closed my eyes. The feel of the sun on my
face was pleasant.
    It took about twenty minutes for Michael to
appear. He pulled up in a silver Yukon and stepped out. If I am
honest, it’s not the kind of car I expected an archangel to drive.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it really wasn’t that. He
was in a similar gray suit to the day before, although this time he
had accessorized with a pair of sunglasses.
    He walked over, looking as disapproving as
Leon had. His gaze fixed on something on my thigh and I glanced
down. I hadn’t really paid much attention, but my outfit was
covered in scuffs and blood. “It’s not mine,” I quickly told
him.
    His eyes travelled higher to meet mine, and
as soon as he saw my face, he pulled the sunglasses off. “Angel,
you have a black eye.”
    My hand went instinctively up to my eye. I
was ready to apologize for it and to explain what had happened,
when we were joined by Leon. “You must be the brother,” he said to
Michael.
    I bit my lip, ready for everything to come
crumbling down, but without missing a beat, Michael nodded. Even
more astonishingly, he introduced himself to Leon with an English
accent. Not only was it English, but it matched my northern one,
not a dodgy attempt at cockney or English upper class. It took
everything in me not to let my mouth hang open.
    “Thank you for looking after her,” Michael
told Leon. “I was worried when she didn’t meet me for lunch.”
    “You shouldn’t let her go to bars by herself.
She was lucky this time,” Leon warned him. I wasn’t going to say
anything because, at the end of the day he had released me without
any charges, but please. I was twenty, not fifteen and sneaking
away from my parents.
    “Thank you,” Michael told him again, before
turning to me. “Let’s get you back to the hotel.”
    I gave Leon a small smile and hurried to the
car, sinking into the passenger seat. Outside, Michael was shaking
Leon’s hand then he joined me in the car. I waited until we had
pulled away before turning to face him. “That is the best fake,
northern English accent I have ever heard. And angels can drive?” I
asked. I will admit it; I was a little in awe.
    Michael let out an exasperated sigh and shot
me a glare. “Angel, what were the rules I gave you?”
    “No sex, no drugs, no drinking, and I know I
was in a bar, but I didn’t do any of them.” Unfortunately. “Don’t
tell anyone what I am, and don’t take anyone to the convent,” I
listed, ticking them off on my fingers. “I didn’t do any of them.
Except maybe tell Joshua I was an angel, but you said that was
alright.”
    “If you get arrested, you run the risk of
having your fingerprints taken. It may take them a while, but it
wouldn’t have taken them long to realize they needed to check
immigration.” He had a point. Even if it was a few years ago now, I
still remember my fingerprints and retina being scanned as I
entered the country through Philadelphia. “Judging from the
greeting that