Sweet Evangeline (Moon Magic Book 2) by Sable Hunter Read Free Book Online

reality, he had no doubt where he stood with Arabella. But as the crowd parted, Jade realized what had been niggling him about the man Evangeline had sculpted. He knew he looked familiar—and there he was.
    “Look, Bella. Your cousin’s dream man just walked through the door.”
    Arabella pulled her cousin to the corner.
    “Sweetie, I need to work the room,” Evangeline protested. She wasn’t fond of big crowds, or of being the center of attention. But the museum had promised her twenty five thousand dollars for her favorite charity if she would consent to this showing. Besides, this could be a career making opportunity.
    “Evangeline, you have to listen to me. It’s about Angel.” That effectively stopped Evangeline in her tracks.
     
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    “What about Angel?” Tenderness welled up in Evangeline. Nothing meant more to her than the man who cherished her in the middle of the night, even if he vanished before the morning light broke the horizon.
    “Sweetie, Angel is here.’
    “What?” Evangeline had blanched white and was now trembling like a leaf.
    “Your Angel is the absolute, identical image of a gorgeous fireman by the name of Eric McAllister. Jade knows him“
    “Oh, Arabella, I think I may pass out.” The ramifications of this revelation were just beginning to sink in. The only thought she could process was that Angel walked and talked and was right now actually breathing the same air that she was. “Angel is really here?”
    “Yes, baby - he is. And he’s looking at himself, in all of his glory - even as we speak.”
    Evangeline made her way through the crowd, anxious to see her miracle for herself.
    Her heart sank when she saw the beautiful blond that was glued to his side. What if he was married? She hadn’t considered that. Arabella walked up to her, “Evangeline, he belongs to you. There has to be an explanation,” she said referring to the other woman.
    “What do I do?” Evangeline was torn, she wanted to run away - as far and as fast as she could. And she also wanted to go to Angel, take him by the hand and take him home with her. She watched him as he realized that he was looking at himself.
     
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    Eric didn’t know whether to be shocked, offended or just plain flattered. He slowly walked around the nude sculpture that so closely resembled him. He knew how his body looked; he had worked hard to get the muscle definition that he had. And here it was in specific, minute detail. And the look on the face was so obviously that of an aroused man, the hooded eyes - the piercing gaze. The statute was labeled ‘Angel’ , by Evangeline Martel. How odd. No one else in Austin knew about his middle name, or how special it was to him. He was flabbergasted. The lightning bolt scar was in the exact place that it was on his body; a product of an eight year old boy and his four wheeler’s run-in with a barbwire fence. But what stood out the most, literally, was the fact that he - - uh, the statute was extremely well endowed. Eric smiled. Someone sure had his measurements down pat! Damn!
    The crowd was coming alive. It was full of guys that knew him, fire guys, city guys, EMT’s - they all knew one another. And they were cutting him no slack. They held nothing back in the hoo-raw department. “Eric, you are our hero!” one of them exclaimed.
    “Do you think they’ll ask you to pose for Playgirl?”
    Knowing his alma mater was the University of Texas, another one exclaimed. “It’s about time the world knew how long a Longhorn really is!”
    “Go look at the other sculpture, Eric,” a faceless voice in the crowd instructed him. So he did. The first piece had surprised him; after all, the sight of one’s own naked body in an unsuspecting place was enough to get anyone’s undivided attention. But what he saw next took his breath away. Obviously, the man was him also; there really was no mistaking that. This one showed him in the throes of coitus; legs in a widened stance,