Saving Her Angel (Archangels) by Missy Jane Read Free Book Online

older than her, but she’d never had time to explore them before. Well, there was no way she’d spend multiple days in this house without checking things out.
    The central staircase always made her think of Tara. What she wouldn’t give to have him carry her up them like Rhett Butler, even with the male anger thrown in. Sure, she was no Scarlett O’Hara, but a girl could dream. And while she was at it, she would just imagine he was taking her straight to his bedroom to set up for a few days of mind-blowing pleasure. If only.
    Though he did lead her to a bedroom, it was obviously a guest bedroom. The pale orange décor was slightly feminine but not too much to offend a male guest. The antique four-poster bed and matching furniture had probably cost a small fortune.
    He set her bag on the bed and turned to face her. “Are you hungry?”
    “Uh, no.”
    “All right. The bathroom is there.” He pointed to a closed door. “Let me know if you need anything. It would probably be best if you text me rather than trying to actually find me in this house. There are over thirty different rooms.”
    “Oh, uh…wow.”
    He simply shrugged. “Every generation has added on. My library takes up most of it.”
    “Okay. I’m going to shower and then maybe lie down for a bit, if that’s okay with you.”
    “No problem.”
    They both glanced at the bed, and heat filled her face. She smiled and stared at him for a moment. His bare chest was a distraction, and her fingers ached to touch his skin. Would the light pelt of hair be soft or wiry? It looked soft.
    He matched her stare, then seemed to realize what he was doing and cleared his throat. “Okay then.”
    She bit her lip so she wouldn’t ask him to stay. What if he said yes? That possibility almost scared her more than the possible rejection of him saying no. Needlessly, she smoothed her hand over her hair.
    “I wish you had left it down,” he said.
    Her head shot up. “What?”
    “Your hair. You had it down when I got to your house, and it was the first time I’ve ever seen it that way. I liked it.”
    Her pulse jumped. “Oh.”
    Stepping closer, he reached his hand out slowly, smoothing a stray lock back against her scalp. “You should wear it down more often.”
    All thought fled, and she licked her suddenly dry lips. His gaze dropped to her mouth, and she had the insane idea that he might kiss her.
    With her thoughts short-circuiting she blurted out the first thing to pop into her mind. “Did you cancel the movers and your meeting with the realtor?”
    The spell broken, he frowned. “Shit. Nope. I’ll do that right now. See you later.”
    Then he walked out the door.
    Still frozen in place, she put her hand over her galloping heart. What the hell had just happened? Had he been about to kiss her? If so, she was such an idiot for talking about the movers. Damn . With a sigh, she pulled a change of clothes out of her bag and went into the bathroom.
    …
    When the images on the map started to move around on their own, Cam rubbed his eyes in frustration. He was actually tired, something unusual for an angel. Of course, he rarely pushed himself this way—he’d been studying the geographical map of the U.S. for hours. A glance out the window proved night had fallen, but as an angel, he didn’t have human needs and hungers. He could study the map nonstop for days if needed, and he feared it would be before he was done charting all of the unnatural quakes that had already occurred. Luckily, they had all happened within a single hour that morning, and nothing else had happened since then. So far.
    An unexpected scent hit his nose, and it wasn’t until his stomach rumbled that he realized what it was…cooked food. Someone had cooked food in his kitchen. He had the ingredients?
    A surge of alarm hit him as he quickly left the map room and headed down the stairs to his kitchen. Despite the distance, his angelic nose had picked up on the scent easily. He didn’t smell