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“It is,” Angela confirmed. “So, I won’t leave without you or change the plans in the future again.”
“I appreciate that.”
“Except for now,” Angela said quickly after checking her phone. “Can we please pick up Claire from the refuge on the way?”
“Do I look like a cab service to you?” was Morrigan’s answer.
“She’s stuck there. Her car has a flat, and she doesn’t have a spare,” Angela explained. When the other woman simply shrugged like she didn’t give a shit, Angela brought out the big guns. “Mario and Luigi are with her.”
Morrigan squeezed the steering wheel hard before swearing and putting her indicator on. “Not a word,” she warned when Angela opened her mouth. “Don’t say a word.
Angela quickly looked out the window, hiding her smile. Morrigan was a sucker for the dogs. After a few minutes, she cleared her throat. “About Finn...”
“Who?” Morrigan asked absently.
“The male nurse I introduced you to today,” Angela clarified.
“Who you tried to introduce me to, you mean,” Morrigan said dryly. “I wasn’t interested then, and I’m not now.”
“He wants to marry you,” Angela revealed. Then held her breath, anticipating Morrigan’s reaction. She didn’t disappoint.
“The fuck you say?!” Morrigan roared, the car swerving dangerously for a moment.
“It was love at first sight, apparently,” Angela added helpfully.
“Go to hell, Angela!” Morrigan snarled.
Angela lost it. The look of horror on Morrigan’s face was hilarious. “I’m sorry. But that’s what snitches get,” she said, still laughing. When Morrigan reached into her jacket, no doubt for a weapon, Angela apologized more sincerely, adding, “But seriously. He’s a good guy.”
Morrigan shook her head, grumbling, “Then keep him well away from me. A good guy has no right being anywhere near me.” Before Angela could respond, Morrigan pulled up to the curb out the front of Lighthouse and reached for her cell. “Tell Claire to move her ass. I’ll let Roman know we’ll be a bit late.”
Angela nodded silently, knowing when playtime was over. She got out of the car, walking a few feet away. She waved to Colt and Sterling, who were exiting their vehicles, trying to tell them there was no need. Claire was already walking towards her. Mario and Luigi weren’t following her yet because they were too busy getting loved on by Sister Pip. The nun had fallen instantly in love with the ex-fighting dogs, as well as the cats. She had taken Roman up on his offer of a tour of Omertà just a few weeks prior and would soon be joining them one night for dinner.
Angela heard the sound of a loud engine but didn’t pay much attention to it. She was too busy smiling at the wiggling butts of the happy dogs. They were practically dancing in excitement as Sister Pip handed them a treat each. She shared a grin with Claire before the other woman’s face turned white, and a look of panic replaced her look of welcome. Angela felt her stomach drop. She started to move towards her, wondering what was wrong, when Claire yelled at her.
“Angela!” Claire shouted, pointing behind her.
Angela spun around just as a big black mass appeared in her peripheral vision. She saw the truck jump the curb, heading straight for her, and knew she wasn’t going to be able to get clear in time. Still, she started to run, trying her best to save her own life. She swore she felt the huge pickup brush against her just as she was barreled over. Her body landed heavily on the hard ground, and as the air was forced from her lungs, she struggled to breathe.
The truck didn’t slow, quickly turning with a squeal of its tires. She watched it take off as a bunch of voices yelled out her name. She did her best to focus, wondering why she wasn’t roadkill, and that’s when she noticed the dead weight on top of her. Angela recognized the short, choppy hair first. “Claire!”
Receiving no response, she carefully held Claire’s head still and scooted out from beneath her. Morrigan and the others dropped beside her, asking questions and demanding answers. Angela tuned them out, focusing on Claire and her injuries. The pickup had completely missed Angela, but the same couldn’t be said for Claire.
CHAPTER TEN
Roman stared out his living room window, listening with half and ear as Angela spoke on the phone. Adrenaline was still pumping through his system, even though it had been hours since he’d received a call from Morrigan saying Angela had almost been run down.
Letting his head fall back on his shoulders, he looked up at the ceiling. Directly above him was the penthouse. It was currently empty. What he wouldn’t give to have someone to cut into pieces just now. But there was no one, let alone the fucker he wanted almost more than he wanted air to breathe. He had gone after Angela directly, and Roman’s fury knew no bounds.
Hearing Angela hang up, Roman turned to face her. She looked tired and worried and had a few bumps and bruises from the pavement but was otherwise whole and well. Thanks to Claire. “How is she?” he asked gruffly.
Angela met his gaze, giving him a small smile. “Resting comfortably. The concussion is the main concern right now. She took a hard hit to the head, but so far she isn’t experiencing any neurological symptoms other than dizziness. The broken arm is going to take a lot longer to heal. It was broken in three places. But the surgery went well.” Her jaw firmed, and she looked pissed. “I still can’t believe the chief wouldn’t let me perform the surgery.”
“You’re not allowed to operate on loved ones,” Luca reminded her gently. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, giving her a hug. “And that’s what Claire is.”
Angela sighed, leaning into Luca’s embrace. “I know. You’re right. She’s going to be okay.”
“She will be,” Luca confirmed. Then he grinned and knocked his shoulder against Angela’s. “That is, if she survives Abel playing nursemaid.”
