Free Bishop's Angel by Tory Richards Page B

her anger grew another notch.
At the same time tears ran down her cheeks. It’s not as if we’re
in a relationship or anything. Why am I so damned
emotional?
    Angel knew why. Because Bishop’s reasoning
didn’t make any sense to her. They had something, and they could
have even more. Thinking he could go through life as a loner,
without meaningful relationships, was insane. He was cheating
himself. Mumbling angrily beneath her breath, she looked around to
make sure she hadn’t missed anything. Then, she zipped up her bag,
grabbed it, and left the bedroom.
    She was halfway down the stairs when she
noticed Bishop standing at the bottom. Angel wasn’t going to fool
herself into thinking he was there to stop her. She hesitated
halfway down, then took a breath and continued. It was all she
could do not to hit him out of anger as she stormed past him.
Halfway to the front door she stopped, dropped her bag, and swung
around.
    “You know what, Bishop?” She waited for him
to turn her way. Their gazes met. “You fight for your country, but
you won’t fight for yourself. If you’re not willing to take a
chance, maybe you don’t deserve what other people have.”
    His jaw tensed. “I don’t want to hurt you,
Angel.”
    “You can’t have it both ways,” she said
angrily. “Emotions have a sneaky way of attaching themselves to
physical situations between people after a while, unless you’re a
machine. Maybe you should go back to your bimbos!”
    “Angel—”
    “Don’ worry about me, Bishop. It’s been a
nice few days, and you certainly took care of the itch I had.” At
that, his expression turned dark, his lips thinned. It was clear he
didn’t like her making light of their time together, yet he
remained stubbornly silent.
    She wanted to say something to hurt him, the
way that she was hurting, anything that would get a reaction out of
him other than stony silence. If they’d been in her home she would
be picking up things and throwing them at him right now. Damn
him! Why is he in such control when I’m torn up inside? It
wasn’t fair! But then Angel realized she couldn’t. She didn’t want
to hurt him, especially if this was the last time they’d see each
other. Not when every assignment he went on could be his last.
    Knowing that took all the fire right out of
her. “Stay safe, Bishop. Maybe we’ll see each other again
someday.”
    With a quivering bottom lip Angel picked up
her bag and swung around. She slammed the front door behind her,
got into her car, and drove home.
     

 
     
     
     
     

Chapter 9
     
     
    Three days later…
    Angel said goodbye to Diana and hung up the
phone with a smile, in spite of her churning emotions. So,
Bishop is still here. Other than going on and on about her
surprise and happiness at seeing her brother again, nothing more
was said about him. Angel had to wonder if it was because he’d told
Diana about them, or if he hadn’t said anything at all. Most likely
that was the case. She doubted Diana would be accepting of Bishop’s
decision to just cut Angel out of his life based on his
reasoning.
    Sighing, Angel pulled the towel from her
almost dry hair. Diana had caught her just as she’d stepped out of
her shower. Pesky Pests had said the gas they’d used to kill the
termites didn’t leave a residue but she’d still spent the last
three days cleaning, from morning till night. Beginning with her
bedroom and kitchen, she’d done one room at a time. She was beyond
exhausted, but happy at the progress she was making. The problem
was when she went to bed and closed her eyes.
    Her dreams were of Bishop. So hot and
sexually graphic that she’d wake during the night, horny and
drenched in sweat, yearning for his mouth and hands on her, fueling
while feeding the hunger of her body and soul. Damn him! I
should hate him for what he’s done. How could he just decide to
give his country everything of himself? But Angel knew the answer
to that. Didn’t they all make certain