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Hoisting Bob into my arms, I move closer. Zaph picks me up, and we’re lifted high into the sky faster than I can track.
“Are you okay?” Zaph asks, no doubt the look on my face mimics the nausea inside.
“I’m good,” I lie.
Snowflakes and sleet hit my face as I hold Bob close. We fly over the wreckage of my jeep, barely visible through the snow that covers it. “I’ll hide that better when I get you to safety.” Zaph’s voice carries through the wind.
“No, leave it. If anyone comes looking for me, it will provide answers.” My voice sounds sad, even to me.
We land a few minutes later, several miles from the city. Bob jumps from my arms the moment we hit the ground. “We’re going to have to walk from here.”
On cue, a minivan passes, full of what looks like a family heading toward the resort. Thankfully, Zaph’s wings are gone as they stare out the windows at us. We enter into town an hour later with Zaph carrying Bob, whose short legs gave out a mile back.
“We need transportation,” I state the obvious. “Have any bright ideas?”
We walk past the small hotel toward the resort. I’m not sure where we’re going, but I stay with Zaph. He stops in front of the restaurant that belongs to the resort. “Do they offer valet parking here?”
I shrug. “I think so. I’ve never eaten here, so I’m not positive.”
“Stay here. I have an idea.” Zaph leaves Bob and me standing at the entrance of the circular drive.
“What’s he about to do, Bob?”
Instead of answering, Bob plops down with a deep thud. He’s never walked further than from the back door of the house to his favorite spot to go to the bathroom for the past ten years. I can’t imagine how exhausted he is.
A small SUV turns into the driveway and heads toward where Zaph is standing. A young valet exits the building and moves in front of him. I’m too far away to hear their conversation, but from the look on the young man’s face, Zaph has charmed him somehow.
The SUV parks and an older couple exits. Whatever magic Zaph worked, the young valet hands the keys to Zaph with a wide smile as the couple enters the restaurant.
Zaph’s inside the car and back in front of me and Bob minutes later. “Get in,” he demands, rolling the window down.
“You can’t just steal their car!”
“I didn’t steal it. I borrowed it. Get in.”
Opening the back door, I throw Bob inside, along with my backpack. I jump in the front, and Zaph speeds off, leaving the couple carless.
“No matter how you word it, you just stole their car.” I cross my arms in defiance.
“We didn’t have a choice. Your life is more important than theft.”
I stare at the gorgeous angel behind the wheel. “Isn’t there some rule against stealing? Especially for angels.”
“Rules don’t apply to fallen angels.”
I turn, facing the road. “Apparently not.” I’m not sure why I’m mad. I understand his why, but knowing that kid will get in trouble for “losing” the car pisses me off.
Several minutes later, we’re heading south, out of town. “I know you’re upset at me, Lucy.”
“Really? What gave it away?”
“The anger rolling off of you is filling the car. We had no choice,” he repeats.
“You always have a choice. Do you even have a license?”
“No,” he answers simply.
A few hours later, I’ve grown bored with the silent treatment, and Bob has been whining for the past twenty miles. “Can we stop? Bob and I both need to pee.”
