Free Her Guardian Angel 4-Her Angel Series by Felicity Heaton Page B

time he had turned to drink, it had
taken close to a barrel of mead to render him unconscious, and even
then he hadn’t thrown up.
    He picked
up his glass of wine, sipped it again to prove that he could handle
it, and then smiled at her. Crimson spread across her cheeks, a
delightful rosy tint that his smile had caused, and she held her
own glass up, revealing that it was already empty.
    Marcus
took it from her and went into the kitchen to top it up. He took
another swig from his own glass to give himself a little Dutch
courage and then filled it too. When he walked back into the living
room, Amelia was perched on the arm of his pale couch, her slender
legs crossed at the knee, smiling at him. A different urge struck
him, one that would definitely give her the impression that he was
out to seduce her should she notice the effect it had on
him.
    He handed
her the glass and stood in a way that wouldn’t reveal the growing
bulge in his jeans, waiting for it to pass.
    Amelia
toyed with the glass, delicately running her right index finger
around the rim, mesmerising him and filling his head with images of
her stroking him in such a fashion. She looked up at him. “So what
are we eating?”
    Marcus
grinned. “About that… you see… I don’t actually have any food that
is edible and even if I did, I am not a good cook.”
    The
expression that settled on her face looked decidedly like
relief.
    “Something I said?”
    A smile
teased her lips. “I half expected you to be this incredible cook
and to show me up. I’m atrocious.”
    Marcus
felt her relief sweep through him too and remembered how often she
ate take away food. His gaze dropped to the bare slip of a dress
she wore. Take out didn’t look bad on her. She had to work out more
often than he knew. He had watched her jogging around Hyde Park
before and had even jogged there once or twice himself before
giving up the pretence and flying above her instead, invisible to
mortal eyes.
    “How does
Chinese food suit you?” She took another sip of her wine before
picking up the black cordless phone from the coffee table. “I know
a great place that delivers.”
    Marcus
nodded in approval and then listened as she recited what sounded
like the entire menu. He didn’t care what he ate as long as it got
here fast and gave him some defence against the wine so he let her
order some of her favourite dishes for them to share.
    He paid
for the food when it arrived twenty minutes later and Amelia helped
him arrange the dishes on the long wooden coffee table between the
sofa and the entertainment centre in the corner of the room. While
he went to top up their drinks and get some plates and cutlery, she
found a movie in the small collection of DVDs he had acquired in
his short time on Earth, and put it into the player.
    It felt
far too much like a date as he sat beside her on the couch. He
wasn’t sure what a date felt like, but in all the movies he had
watched on Earth and couples he had observed during his time in
Heaven, this sort of thing was frequently classified as one.
Dinner. Movie. Wine. Man and a woman. Date.
    Marcus
finished off the remains of his food and leaned back into the
corner of the couch, bringing his wine with him. He crossed his
legs and stretched his right arm out along the back of the sofa,
settling his hand close to Amelia, and rested the bottom of his
glass on his knee. He paid little attention to the movie playing on
the large flat screen television. Amelia held it too firmly,
keeping his eyes locked on her face as she laughed, oblivious to
his watching her. She was beautiful, and it wasn’t the wine
talking.
    A pure
soul, full of kindness and warmth. Her internal beauty shone
through, enhancing her external looks and leading him to wonder how
such a pretty woman could fall for such disgusting men. She
couldn’t see the damage to their souls, so it was understandable
that she would occasionally fall for males who were beneath her,
but to always find the bad