Have you ever made her angry?" If the cop said that he and his wife lived in a state of constant connubial bliss, Andrew decided he'd have full cause to throw a punch. Max raised an eyebrow. "Sure, I'm human." He slid the phone into the pocket of his suit pants and rose to his feet with a distinctly amused glint in his eyes. "Making up is the un part, in case you haven't figured that out yet.

How’s Her Royal Bitchiness?” “Alive.” “Pity.

Brenna’s eyes widened. Raising a hand, she brushed his hair gently off his forehead. “Why do I keep telling you things I swore I’d take to my grave?” The contact shot electricity through his nerves. “Because you know I’ll always be your shield against the nightmares.

You," she managed to say hoarsely," are a very bad kitty cat.

Under her palm, his heart beat strong and sure. It was such a human sound, so honest, so real.

So the big, bad, and able-to-mind-control angel thinks you’re his. As in ‘I don’t share my woman.

Some wounds should be healed, no matter how much time has passed or how much time is left.