his well-being without consulting him.
His mom’s eyes narrowed. “Madigan Raphael Parker, you better check that attitude of yours at the door.” His jaw clenched. He hated when she used her mom voice with him. After a minute of his silence,
she smiled. “It’ll be good for you to get away from your old mom for a while, honey. You may even find a young man for yourself out of the ones your father sent. Who knows? Maybe he was matchmaking when he picked out these boys to watch over you, hmm?” Every male in the room started blushing. Madigan knew his own face was scarlet.
“Mom!” he groused. She laughed. Madigan took a sip out of his coffee cup and stared at the floor. He couldn’t believe she’d just said
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that. He was never going to be able to look at the angels again. It was
so embarrassing.
“I’m having Rachel go out to the shop in the morning and put a sign on the door. Her husband Richard is coming this week and making the deliveries for us and bringing over your car in case you need it. My car is going to stay parked at the airport until I get back.” She stood and came over to Madigan’s chair. She leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. “You behave while I’m gone. I’ll have my cell phone on me, so call if you need anything.”
“You’re leaving right now?” Madigan asked incredulously.
“Of course, honey. When did you think I was leaving? No point in putting it off.” She petted his head. “I’ve already got my bags packed.”
“Won’t it be expensive to leave your car at the airport for so long?” Madigan asked desperately. He really didn’t want to be left alone in this house with all the angels. He needed someone familiar to be here to balance out the overload of testosterone.
“Your father has everything taken care of, Madi. No worries.” She turned to the angels. “You better take good care of my Madi. Do you understand me?” They all nodded solemnly like they were giving their oaths or something. Give me a break. “Good. Then I’m off. I’ll call you when I get to Chicago, sweetie. Love you.” She gave him a tight hug around his neck and yet another kiss on his cheek. “You take care.”
“Love you, too, Mom,” Madigan said tightly. His chest hurt. He was going to miss her. They hadn’t spent much time apart since he’d come back from college. She was more friend than mom at times. “Be safe.”
“Always am, sweet boy. Always am.” She winked and walked out of the angel room, closing the French doors behind her.
Madigan sagged in his chair when he heard the front door shut. He felt so lost. This was the biggest game of “hurry up and wait” he’d ever had the displeasure of playing.
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“You should go to bed, Madigan.” Cross, as usual, was the first one to speak.
“You do look tired, cutey,” Michel added.
Madigan nodded. “Yeah. I think I’ll do that. Maybe when I wake up this will all be just one big fucked-up dream.”
Bren snorted. “Sorry, babe. Hate to bust your bubble, but you couldn’t dream up something this fucked up.” Dex slapped him on the back of the head, eliciting a growl from the dark-haired angel. Yeah, bed was definitely needed. He couldn’t process anything else tonight.
He managed to climb the stairs and pour himself into his queensize bed that he’d used as a teenager in his old room, not even noting if anything had been changed around or not. It all looked the same on a cursory glance. Same dark blue wall paint. Same computer desk. Same bookshelf. New comforter. Weird.
He yawned and stripped off his clothes, throwing them haphazardly in every direction as he did so. When he was down to his boxers, he climbed into the welcoming embrace of his sheets, sighing at the feeling of relief