Free Angel of Chaos (Imp Book 6) by Debra Dunbar

he was more inclined to enjoy.
    Harper sat as far away from the angel as possible, trying to look relaxed as she shot him sideways glances. Her expression fluctuated between anxious and fascinated. Nyalla was on the other couch, as equally entertained by the Three’s Company rerun as she was Gregory’s strange obsession with snack foods.
    “How about Skittles? Have you tried them yet? Or are you more of a chocolate kind of person … um, angel?”
    “I have not had Skittles, or chocolate, but I have discovered that I enjoy Jolly Rancher candies. The watermelon flavor in particular.”
    Harper pursed her lips. “Cherry. And green apple. I’m a Jolly Rancher kinda gal myself.”
    I smiled to see her making an effort to join the conversation. “The best thing about Jolly Ranchers is the way they cement your teeth together. Just chomp down hard, and you won’t be able to open your mouth without a crowbar. If you’ve got fillings in your teeth, expect them to come out.”
    “I have not tried that particular technique, Cockroach.” Gregory’s voice drawled. His eyes sparkled with humor as he paged through my report. “I will have to try that with the cherry and green apple. And try this chocolate , too.”
    I made a mental note and vowed to pull together a selection of chocolates for an angelic taste test. This was fun, introducing Gregory to food and drink. I hoped it led to all sorts of other sins.
    “Why does the Roper woman persist in sexual overtures toward her husband when he is clearly not interested?” He frowned down at one of my reports. I was amazed he even knew what was happening on the show since he hadn’t looked up more than once in the last fifteen minutes.
    I nodded. “I know. She needs to ditch him and fuck Jack instead. Or get a really good vibrator. Stanley is an ass anyway.”
    Harper snorted. “Jack? Yuck. I’d pick the vibrator over him any day.”
    Nyalla shook her head. “Although I suspect Mrs. Roper would welcome sexual relations with either Jack or a battery–powered device; she does want her husband. She’s trying to connect with him. Even though their relationship is flawed, she offers sex as a way to prove that, deep down, they still love each other. He acts as if he dislikes it, but Mr. Roper still grants her requests for sex. He, too, needs that connection.”
    Great. My girl was turning into some kind of Dr. Phil. “Nah. He’s too fugly to get anyone else in the sack. His wife is the only option available besides jerking off in the shower or paying a prostitute. Mr. Roper is too cheap to shell out for sex.”
    “He’d have to pay big,” Harper commented. “I’d rather sleep with an angel. No offense.” She grinned at Gregory.
    “None taken.”
    I was beginning to like this girl. She had mad pillow–slaughtering knife skills and didn’t seem to have any problems with vibrators. I wondered if she was putting Leethu’s stash of toys to good use.
    “The pair of them would be better off remaining abstinent. Jack, and those two young women, too.” Gregory turned another page and frowned. “Who completed these reports, Cockroach? The attachments are very odd, and I don’t understand much of the terminology.”
    “Oh, I did them,” I lied. “Do you think your brothers and the other ass–wipes will finally get off my back, or am I going to have to go back to jail again?”
    Gregory took a deep breath and tossed the heavy stack of papers onto my lap. “Redo the impact analysis. It’s weak. The rest will have to do. Just pray that the events in Aaru take enough attention that no one really reads this thing.”
    ***
    They did read the thing. Out loud.
    “Joseph Barakel seems to have had a lengthy medical history of cardiac weakness.” Raphael stabbed a finger at the relevant page. “I appreciate that you’ve included chemical formulas for his prescriptive medicines.”
    I had no idea how Wyatt had managed to get copies of the guy’s medical records, including