Accidentaly Divine by Dakota Cassidy (books to read romance .txt) 📕

the last thing these women who were so willing to help deserved from her.

She felt as though they were implying she knew demons from Hell, and her response had been colored by that conclusion hop.

Marty rubbed her hand over George’s arm in a warming gesture. “You never know, honey. We have to ask all the questions. That’s all. It’s what we do. We’re not accusing you of anything, if that’s what you think.”

She looked down at her sneakered feet in regret before she met Marty’s gaze. “You’re right, and I’m being ungrateful and rude. I’m sorry. First, thank you both for going after him.” She glanced at Nina and Wanda. “I was so stunned, I froze, but I don’t know that I could have done anything about it anyway. His grip was like Superman’s and unfortunately, I hear super-strength isn’t one of my super powers.”

Nina jabbed her in the arm with a playful punch. “No sweat. That’s why we’re here, Wings—to watch out for your fucking feeble ass.”

George openly rolled her eyes with a knowing grin. “How about I go grab some towels so you can dry off and shut my big mouth while I do it?”

Wanda chuckled and gave her a wink. “How about you make me some tea and I grab a hot shower instead?”

She nodded, rolling up her sleeves. “That I can do, and I think I can do it without screwing it up.”

“You didn’t screw anything up, Wings. Knock off the fucking self-deprecation. It’s not a good look,” Nina chided.

Dex latched on to her arm. “Let’s talk later, okay?” he asked, and she sensed hesitance in his tone, which served only to worry her more. What else didn’t she know, and did she want to know what else she didn’t know?”

She smiled and nodded, squeezing his hand. “Yep.” Then she turned to the vampire. “Nina? You want me to heat you up a bag of blood? Or maybe find a small woodland animal for you to eviscerate?”

“Wings got jokes, huh? Shut the fuck up and go make some tea.” She pointed to the kitchen with a cackle, where George happily escaped so she could panic in peace.

Because knowing a demon was chasing after you, trying to steal your wings, and as a result, you could lose your soul?

That was cause for panic, wasn’t it?

“Who the fuck is it again?” Nina asked as they drove just outside of town to the address the voice she’d heard in her head—this time relayed to her in Morgan Freeman’s famously dulcet tones—complete with directions to the assignment’s location.

Which was comforting. It was good to know where you were going for a change.

Speaking of not knowing… She’d tried to contact Effie today after she’d sent her flight information and dates, but she hadn’t gotten back to her, leaving George still stumped about how to help, and what she needed help with.

So instead of fretting, she’d decided to use her lunch hour to submerse herself in her latest assignment, until she could find Effie and have that chat with Dex he said he wanted to have. A chat she was very curious about. But he’d had to leave rather suddenly last night after the attack, and today he’d been tied up with work, so they hadn’t had a chance to talk.

“Yoo-hoo, George? You in there, honey? Where are we going and who are we going to spy on?” Marty called from the backseat of the car.

“His name is Justin Daniels. He’s fifteen,” she replied, intent on her mission to find this boy and figure out what kind of Heavenly help he needed.

“And?” Nina prodded, pushing her sunglasses up along her perfect nose.

“And what?” she asked, distracted as she stopped at a stop sign in a pretty rural area with nothing but miles and miles of snow with a bunch of farmland and the occasional cow in a pasture.

“What else do you fucking know and why the fuck aren’t we waiting for Dexter to help us? Isn’t that what he said to do? He said to wait for him to help your ass on any more assignments, Wings. Or am I hearing stuff?”

“Because you always listen to what you’re told to do? Look who’s lecturing,” Marty chimed from the backseat, her floral perfume wafting to George’s nose.

“That’s not the fucking point, Blondie. We can protect her with our fists, but we sure as shit don’t know how to angel. What if she does it wrong? I don’t want to fuck up somebody’s life because she couldn’t hold her damn horses.”

Marty patted George on the shoulder from behind. “Shut up, Mistress of the Night, George is doing just fine. You heard what she told us about why she wants to investigate, and she did the right thing by bringing us with her. Besides, we couldn’t find Dexter anyway.”

George nodded, making an instinctive left onto Redrock Road. “Like I said, I just want to see what I’m working with. I’m not going to make contact or anything, Nina. But eventually, I’m going to have to do this on my own, right? I need to learn how. My way is to research everything to death before I jump in. All I want to do is scope this out. Plus, what else do you have to do? It’s not like you eat lunch. So why waste a good lunch hour doing nothing when you could be babysitting me and we could be doing some critical discovery on my assignment? The early bird gets the worm, right?” She smiled and batted her eyes at Nina for effect.

“What she said,” Marty agreed, opening a brown paper bag she’d brought with her, which George caught sight of in the rearview mirror. Stretching her arm over the driver’s seat, Marty handed her a sandwich. “It’s turkey and swiss on sesame roll with light mayo and mustard, no lettuce. Your favorite, right?”

George’s throat tightened. “You’re really awesome, Marty. Yes. That’s my favorite sandwich. Thank you.” She took the sandwich and