Connor flipped Gray off. “The only reason I tolerate you is because you took a bullet for my sister.”
Angelina’s eyes widened, and Gray just shook his head.
“So you like it?” Connor asked.
“Like it? I love it! It’s more than I dared hope for. I was just wanting something that was mine. It didn’t have to be big or gorgeous.”
“Well, it’s yours for as long as you want it,” Connor said with an easy grin. “I should warn you now that Pop will probably happen by. I’ve told him all about you of course, but he’s like a mother hen with his chicks. He’ll want to come by and cluck over you.”
“Just don’t mind his bluster,” Gray warned. “He’s all gravelly and full of shit, but underneath he’s a complete and utter pu**ycat.”
“He sounds wonderful,” Angelina said with a sigh. “You’re lucky to have such a great dad,” she told Connor.
“Your dad not alive?” Connor asked.
“No. He died when I was young. David always took care of me.”
Connor exchanged quick glances with Gray, and she hastened to change the subject.
“Hey, you guys should probably get on out of here. Your wives will be wondering where you are.”
Connor scowled. “I’m not married.”
“No, but I am, and she’s right. Faith will be wondering where I am,” Gray said.
“Thank you again so much,” Angelina said feelingly. Impulsively she reached out and hugged Gray. “Micah is lucky to have all of you.”
Gray squeezed back and ruffled her hair affectionately as he pulled away. “As Connor keeps trying to tell you, you have us now too, like it or not. Just let me know if there’s something you need, okay?”
She smiled and nodded.
“Someone want to tell me what the f**k is going on?”
Everyone turned to see Micah glowering in the door, his gaze fixed on Angelina.
“Hey, man, chill,” Gray said in an easy tone as he started toward the door. “We’re just helping Angelina get moved in.”
“I see.” His gaze never left Angelina, and she felt her skin peel back under the force of his scrutiny. “And when were you going to tell me you were moving?”
She sighed. “I need to go over to your place to get my bag if that’s okay. We can talk on the way.”
“You want me to stick around?” Connor asked with a cautious glance in Micah’s direction.
Startled, she shook her head. Whatever Micah’s dark mood, he certainly wouldn’t hurt her. Maybe peel an inch or two of her skin off, but that would be it.
“Beat it,” Micah growled in Connor’s direction.
Connor stiffened and walked casually over to where Micah stood. “You know I’ve about had all I can take of your surly-ass attitude,” he said softly. “Whatever your problem is, don’t take it out on us and sure as hell don’t take it out on Angelina.”
Micah closed his eyes for a moment then looked back at Connor. “I’ll talk to you later, okay, man? Just ... just let me speak to Angelina.”
Connor glanced back again at Angelina and she nodded, encouraging him to go.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
“I’ll swing by to check on you tomorrow,” Connor promised as he and Gray headed for the door.
As soon as the door closed, Micah closed the distance between them, his eyes so serious. He reached out to frame her shoulders, his fingers shaking a bit against her skin.
“Angel, what’s going on?”
She swallowed and prayed not to lose her composure. She had to handle this just right.
“This apartment sort of fell into my lap. It seemed perfect. I know you don’t want me at your place, and there is no way I could afford this without Connor’s help. I couldn’t pass it up. He and Gray gave me some of Gray’s wife’s old stuff and voilà, here I am in my own place.”
“What kind of help is Connor giving you?” Micah asked darkly. “How the hell did you get hooked up with him or Gray? And why the hell didn’t you come to me about moving? I would have helped you, Angel. If you need money or furniture, whatever it is, you can come to me.”
She shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t plan this. Connor, Nathan and Gray ate lunch in the café where I work today. I asked them if they knew of any places I could rent. Connor said I could have this place. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. He and Gray offered to move Faith’s stuff here. No reason I shouldn’t go ahead and move in.”
She lifted her chin and stared him directly in the eyes. “It’s better this way. You won’t be tripping over me, and you can go back to doing what you do best. Avoiding me and your past.”
He sucked in his breath, quick pain flashing across his face.
“I can’t seem to do anything but hurt you, Angel girl.”
She reached out and touched his cheek. “It’s my fault. I barged into your life. I was wrong to expect things to be different. I assumed ... after three years ... I guess I thought you might have put it all behind you now.”
His Adam’s apple worked up and down. “I won’t leave you this time. If you need me, if you ever need anything, promise you’ll come to me immediately.”
She nodded.
He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly against his chest. For a long moment they stood there, her cheek resting against his shoulder.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he finally asked. “You’re welcome to stay with me for as long as you need.”
She extricated herself from his grasp and smiled faintly. “I think you and I both know it wouldn’t work for me to stay with you. I can’t resist you, Micah, any more than you seem to not be able to resist me. Only I don’t want to resist you, and you want anything but to give in to the attraction between us. Until that changes, I don’t see that we can possibly live in the same apartment.”
His eyes were haunted, so dark and emotion-filled. “I can’t give you what you want, Angel girl. What you need.”
“How do you know what I want?” she challenged. “You’ve never asked.”
He shook his head and turned away, the wall slowly sliding back into place between them. “Let’s go over to my place and I’ll help you get the rest of your things to bring here, unless you’d rather stay the night over at my place, until you get more settled in.”