Hapless EvieThomas died.
But it’s allgood because now she’s training to be an angel. There are only twosnags—her teacher’s a hottie, and eternity is a long time to bealone.
Stubborn angelCaleb Pearce has his work cut out teaching free-spirited Evie. Itdoesn't help that his friends keep insisting he’s in love with her.If that were true, he wouldn’t have suggested they join Love Bites:A Dating Agency for Paranormals.
Evie and Calebshare wine, laughter, and tears over their disastrous datingexperiences, including a sex-obsessed Fae, a vamp tied to hismummy’s apron strings, and literally the date from Hell with anindecent proposal from a demon.
How will theyever find their perfect match?
DATING ANANGEL
Love Bites: ADating Agency for Paranormals, #4
AbbeyMacMunn
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DATING ANANGEL
Love Bites: ADating Agency for Paranormals, #4
AbbeyMacMunn
ChapterOne
Evie climbedout of her apartment window and stood on the rusty fire escape,breathing in the cool air. The bright city lights twinkled below,and the muted hubbub of London’s nightlife filtered upwards as shegripped the wobbly railing.
“Pizzadelivery,” came a gravelly voice from above.
She looked upand grinned. “About bloody time! I’m famished after the day I’vehad.”
A whoosh of airflipped her hair across her face as Caleb landed with perfectprecision beside her, his magnificent, gold-tipped wings splayingout behind him. One day she’d get golden feathers on her ownwingtips, and she’d be a fully-qualified angel—if she was goodenough.
He chuckled andfolded his wings so they lay close to his body. “A thank youwouldn’t go amiss.”
“Sorry,thanks.” She sat down, slipping her legs between the wrought-ironbars, her booted feet dangling mid-air. “Take a pew.”
Caleb did thesame. “Best seat in the house,” he said, gazing upwards at thestarry sky. He handed her the pizza box.
Opening thebox, she grinned. “You got half meat, half veggie?” Her stomachgrowled as she eyed the mouth-watering cheese on the margaritahalf. “You’re an absolute angel, you know that?”
“Takes one toknow one.”
Evie laughed.It was a joke they’d shared since they met two years ago, but oneshe never tired of. She tore off a triangle of pizza and gave thesame old reply, “Not yet, but nearly.”
She bit intothe pizza and unfolded her wings. They protruded through twovertical slits in her T-shirt, which she’d cut herself. Evie letthem rest behind her, enjoying the freedom that came when shestretched them out.
Her white,iridescent wings, like Caleb’s but not as impressive, were hiddenfrom the humans by a magic veil, so she had no fear of revealingher true form, even up here, but most of the time, she kept themfolded close to her back. She’d lost count of the number of timesshe’d knocked things over in her wake when she first got herwings.
A gentle breezeruffled her feathers, and at last, the tension of the day easedfrom her shoulders.
Caleb’shandsome face turned solemn. “Evie, I have it on authority; thosefrom Above think you’re doing well.”
She finishedher bite of pizza and swallowed before she spoke. “They do?Sometimes I think I’ll never make it.” She reached for the bottleof red wine balanced on the metal stairs that led to the roof.“Wine?”
“Thought you’dnever ask.”
Evie placed awater-marked glass and a chipped mug on the iron grating and poureda generous amount of wine into both. She handed Caleb theglass.
“Thanks, butdidn’t you have two glasses?”
“I broke one.”She gulped her wine like it was orange squash.
He picked up aslice of pizza from the pepperoni half, took a bite, then regardedher for a moment, chewing quietly, his lips closed. The way he atewas one of the first things she’d noticed about Caleb when theymet. She couldn’t bear people who chewed their food like dirtyclothes slurping around in a washing machine.
When he’dfinished his mouthful, he asked, “So, are you going to tell mewhat’s up?”
Her shoulderssank. “I got fired.”
“Again?”
“Yeah, okay,don’t rub it in. It’s not my fault I get the Calling and have tokeep leaving in the middle of my shift to save some poor soul.”
“And that’sexactly why you’re going to make a great angel.”
How did healways know the right thing to say?
She let out asigh. “I hope so.”
He touched herarm. “What’s wrong, Evie? Besides getting fired, I mean.”
“It was acrappy job anyway.” She averted her gaze, anywhere she didn’t haveto look into those piercing green eyes of his, full of empathy andpatience. “I’ll have to owe you for the pizza, sorry.”
“Don’t worryabout it. My treat. I’ll ask again; what’s wrong?”
Were herconcerns that obvious to him?
“If Iqualify—”
“Whenyou qualify,” he interrupted.
“Okay,when.” She drank more wine. “You’ll be assigned anothernewbie angel to teach.” There. She’d said it—something that hadbeen playing on her mind for months, but if she couldn’t tell him,who could she tell?
Her words hungin the air. He didn’t answer for several seconds.
“That’swhat you’ve been worrying about?” He fixed her with an intensegaze, one she could not look away from this time. “I know I’mofficially your teacher, but surely you know we’ve become much morethan that?”
Yes, once she’dimagined there was more to their teacher-student relationship;she’d even tried to kiss him once, but he’d snubbed her—albeitgracefully and with diplomacy—explaining there could never beanything between them. That was her trouble, throwing herself atany guy who showed her a smidge of kindness and
