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It took almost ten minutes for her to lift her head and say anything.
“Sometimes, I don’t like my job.”
“Oh, yeah? What makes you say that right now?”
She got off his lap, sat in the chair next to him, and pushed the report over to him. He picked it up and scanned the first couple of pages. It was a more detailed account of the violence against supernaturals Tristan had mentioned to him.
“Tristan gave me this,” she said.
That did not make him happy. Tristan didn’t need to add one more concern for Angela to deal with.
He closed the report and pushed it to the other side of the table. “Violence against supernaturals has always been an issue.”
Angela sucked in her bottom lip. “I know, but it seems to be getting worse.” She pointed at the report. “According to that report, people are attacking anyone suspected of being supernatural without any evidence to prove it.”
“And that has always been an issue, too. I believe many innocent people lost their lives in the Inquisition and the Witch Trials.”
“It would be nice to think we’ve evolved since then.”
“It’s a nice dream.”
An uncomfortable silence fell between them for several extended heartbeats.
Angela sighed. “Would you mind if we didn’t go out tonight? I’m not sure we’d have any privacy, and I’m tired of peopling.”
Blake reached across and held her hand. “I’m fine doing whatever you want to do.”
She smiled. “Are you sure? I can change, and I will feel better once we get to the restaurant.”
“If you want to go, we can go. If you want to stay here, we can stay here.”
“I’m not even sure what we have to eat here. There might be some lasagna left over from the other night. That’s Italian.”
“How about this? Go change into something comfortable, and I will look to see what there is to eat.”
She squeezed his hand. “That sounds wonderful.” She got out of the chair. “Oh, I need to cancel the reservation. They probably had a lot of trouble setting it up for us.”
“Send Penny a message and let her handle it. I’m sure the owners will understand. It’s not like you have complete control of your schedule.”
Angela’s eye had a slight twitch. Had he upset her with what he said?
“Maybe I should call them myself. Penny is on a date herself.”
“How about I’ll take care of it?”
She kissed him on the cheek. “You are incredible. Did you know that?”
Blake arched an eyebrow. “I’ve been told that once or twice before.”
She walked away to her room. He looked up the information for the restaurant, called them, and explained that the President had an issue come up that needed to be taken care of. They were disappointed but understood.
He went to the kitchen in search of something for them to eat. Conrad made incredible food. Blake had never eaten as well as he had over the last three months. If there was leftover lasagna, he had no doubt it would be better than what they would have eaten at the restaurant.
He found the food in the refrigerator, placed it in the oven, and found a bottle of wine for them to share. While he waited for Angela to return, he also found enough ingredients to make a salad.
When she returned, he had finished lighting the last candle and had started pouring the wine. She looked beautiful even in leggings and a sweatshirt, with her hair in a ponytail. He instantly grew hard and wanted to skip dinner.
“Oh, this is amazing and much better than going out.” Angela sat in the chair Blake pulled out for her.
