looking at her face. He could tell she noticed his attention, perhaps liked it. Several times she smiled back, without looking up at him. He made sure he was breathing deeply so he could keep touching her with his power.
“There you go.” She handed him a white box tied with a purple bow. Her lashes swept up and she looked at him fully, letting out a soft gasp. Her pulse increased. Is she afraid, or does she like seeing me? Josh wasn’t sure it mattered. He had affected her.
He took the box, being careful to let his forefinger graze the top of hers. He felt an electric pull to her skin and wondered if she felt it too. He knew she didn’t possess any of the powers he did, yet she affected him the same way. And she was doing it unintentionally. This was too good to be true.
Holding her breath, Melanie watched the tall gentleman with the short black ponytail walk out of her shop. She fanned herself with a file folder as she watched him walk, his stride lengthened by his tall black boots. His long legs were encased in black jeans that were partially covered by a black overcoat slit up the back. She watched the parts of his coat flap back and forth as he walked across the street, dodging cars, his head moving from side to side, as if he were searching for someone. She remembered his dark eyes looking at her, her blood pumping warm and thick. She felt a lightness rush through her.
The man held the little white box she had prepared for him out in front as he walked, each of his steps pounding the pavement in unison with her heartbeat. The purple bow bobbed in the sunlight.
She tore her eyes from his image as he made it across the street. There was work to do, and a little cleanup needed of the floor. As she got out her broom and dustpan, memories swept over her— his chest against hers as their bodies collided, the roses crushing against her, the flower scent she loved completely encompassing her body. Through the petals, there had been no mistaking the hardness and the strength of the muscles there, or how her breasts had burned where they had been pressed into him.
She had swooned, something she hadn’t done since she was a child. How embarrassing. But as she bent to sweep up the few remaining petals and the remainder of water spilled on the green concrete floor, she remembered the feel of his hands on her waist and the little tug he gave her that had brought her close. Their bodies had for an instant been connected, even though they were fully clothed. Some door had been opened inside her, and she’d been drawn in. Left cracked open and wanting.
Maybe she was lonely she thought as she picked up the dustpan and tossed the remaining bits of glass and petals into the wastebasket. Her heart ached for Felix and his friendship, his patient ear and gentle personality. If he were here, she would have told him about the dark man. She wondered what he would say. Would he worry for her safety even when for some strange reason, she didn’t?
Chapter 5
Felix grabbed the white box from Joshua’s hand and tucked it under his arm like a warm puppy. “Did you have to touch her?” he asked, his voice brittle.
Josh saw the distrust forming in the young man’s eyes. Karl seemed uncomfortable too, squinting at Felix. Josh knew he’d had a time restraining the dark angel.
“Do you understand how incredibly stupid it would’ve been if you had burst into that shop and talked to her?” Josh asked.
“Better than seeing your boss with his hands all over her.”
“Now wait just a minute, Felix. We bumped into each other. If I could have avoided it, I would have.” Josh shook his head. “Damn it, Felix, you’ve got to remember who and where you are. You want to jeopardize what you did for her? You gave her the life she wanted by going away and leaving her here.”
Felix glared. Apparently, this wasn’t sitting well with him.
“Just keep your hands off,” Felix mumbled, fingering the purple ribbon. He held it up to