Hello My Angel - Sue Brown Page 0,65

against Cal. “I wanted the bitch dead.”

“You wanted to be the one to kill her.”

“Yeah,” Josh admitted.

Cal pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “I understand.”

“Do you?” Josh wasn’t sure he understood himself.

“All of us wanted to kill her,” Cal said. “She’s caused us so much pain.”

“I hated her and she was barely more than a kid.”

Chyna Moles had been this huge boogeyman in Josh’s life and yet when they’d finally met, he’d felt sorry for her too. She’d seemed like a lost kid. A psycho kid.

“A kid who was about to put a bullet in you,” Cal pointed out.

“Yeah.” Josh sighed and leaned against Cal’s chest. “I’m so fucking confused. I need a drink.”

“Hell, yes.” Cal held out his hand. “Come on, let’s go snuggle on the sofa.”

Josh took his hand and they walked naked into the bedroom. Mr. Truffles looked up from his usual position on Cal’s pillow. They fought every night for the pillow until the cat retreated to the crook of Cal’s legs. He yawned and stretched out one paw and went back to sleep.

“Lucky cat,” Josh said, rummaging through the top drawer of his dresser for briefs. His fingers briefly closed around the small velvet box at the back. It contained a key. The key to Cal’s heart. He was such a fucking sap. Josh loved him so much it made his eyes sting with the force of his emotion.

Cal said, “He is. He found you.”

Josh smirked. “You kinda found me too.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

Cal’s grin was huge as he sat on the bed to put on well-worn black sweats and a gray T-shirt. He grabbed his hoodie from the back of the chair.

“Pizza and beer?” he asked.

Josh let out a long breath, feeling the tension ease from his body. “Pizza and beer. And washing. That T-shirt could walk to the washing machine.”

“Deal. As long as you don’t flirt with what’s-his-name. Chris.”

“Kieron.”

“Yeah, him.”

Josh grinned as Cal left the bedroom. Some things never changed, including Cal being stupidly possessive and green-eyed over Josh’s relationship with the pizza delivery guy.

Chapter 18

The atmosphere in the office was almost festive. They’d moved back to the office once the repairs were complete. Weatherly was doing better than expected despite her ordeal. She had a long recovery ahead of her, but Josh was convinced a woman with balls of steel like Weatherly would be back at the helm soon. Gil was talking about going back to Seattle before Dominic reached over the Atlantic and dragged him back, despite Josh’s insistence he stay and work for SCDR. Max was going back to what was left of the agency the next day, and he alternated between staring at Gil like a lost puppy and looking relieved but miserable at the same time. Rick and Dave begged Cal to keep Angel Enterprises going. They would chase down every cheating husband in London if it meant they could stay. Josh knew Cal was in conversation with CDR about transferring European security to London as well as the spook work. Not as high profile as the recovery of the head spook, but work they could do and not worry about psycho bitches infiltrating them.

Josh cracked open a brand-new notebook and made a list of things he had to do. He took a long slurp of coffee as he wrote ‘dry-cleaning’. Things were back to normal. No more life-and-death, but trivial things like washing clothes and joining their friends for weekend soccer in the park. Cal played soccer. Josh discussed fashion with Peter’s daughter and ex-wife.

His phone trilled. He looked at the screen and frowned. “It’s the agency.”

“Tell ‘em to fuck off,” Dave said from across the other side of the room.

Josh grinned as he connected the call. “Hello?”

“Josh, it’s Stephen.”

It was probably the only person from the agency he wanted to hear from. “Hi there. When are you going to come work for us?”

Josh got up and wandered over to the windows and looked out. Rain splattered the glass and the streetlights were already on. He followed the headlights of the cars down the street.

“I thought you just solved your case.”

“We’ll get another one,” Josh said, his fingers crossed behind his back. “Cal’s got plans. You know what he’s like.”

If they got the CDR work they’d get paid rather than Cal subsidizing the whole operation.

“I’ll think about it,” Stephen said. “For now, I need your help.”

“Shoot.” Josh winced as the word slipped out.

“I’m wiping Mullins’s computer. Most of it is boring but there’s a