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

But mostly, she was enchanted when she read the sign and the mission of the rescue.

Special-needs animals.

Nina grabbed her chin and forced her to look her in the eye. “Did you hear me, Wings? We gotta go. Dex said to wait for him before starting an assignment, and that’s what the fuck you’re gonna do. Recon over and out.”

George sighed as she stared into the gorgeous vampire’s deep, dark, almond-shaped eyes. “Speaking of Dex…”

Her nostrils flared. “What about him?”

George pointed out the passenger window. “What do you suppose he’s doing here at the Furry Gates?”

“George? What are you guys doing here?” Dex asked when Nina rolled down the window. Still in his green vest from work, his dark hair made even darker by the purple-bruised sky of the cloudy day, he appeared truly perplexed.

She clutched the steering wheel with both hands, confused. “Is that really the question, Dex? Or is the question what are you doing here?” she volleyed back.

He gave her the oddest look, but then he drove his hands into the pockets of his khaki pants. “I…I own Furry Gates.”

Ah. The plot.

She thickens.

Chapter 14

“You own a rescue for special-needs animals?” Nina asked before George could get the words out of her mouth.

His nod was oddly curt and very un-Dex-like. “I do,” he offered with a stiffness she wasn’t accustomed to.

So? He owned an animal rescue. What was the big deal?

Unless…

Her mind began churning the possibilities. “Why didn’t you tell me?” George asked, flabbergasted by this turn of events.

“Because I’m your guardian angel, not the other way around,” he snapped before looking over his shoulder as if someone might pop out the front door of the farmhouse.

Wait. Was he married? Maybe had a girlfriend?

Le gasp! He’d kissed her!

And who was he afraid was going to hear him? Son of a biscuit, was Dex the guardian angel a lying cheat? Could you even be an angel and be married?

Her eyes instantly narrowed as she put a hand over Nina’s chest and pushed her back against the seat so she could lean across her body and stick her face in Dexter’s.

“What are you hiding, Dex? Are you…are you married?”

Nina peeled George’s fingers from her torso and set her back in the driver’s seat, then pointed at Dex. “Hey, don’t talk to her that way, motherfucker. Change that tone fast or I’m going to beat the shit out of you with one of those logs in that wood pile, hear me?”

He threw his hands up in surrender, his face softening. “You’re right. I’m sorry, George. You just caught me off guard.”

George sucked in her cheeks and decided not to quibble. “Apology accepted. Now what’s going on?”

“Respectfully,” he replied, almost defiantly eyeing Nina, “it’s not really any of your business.”

“Okay, Mom and Dad are fighting. How about me and the werewolf get out and let you two dipshits talk this crap out so we don’t have a big misunderstanding and you end up breaking up over something abso-fucking-ridiculously stupid.”

“We’re not dat—”

Nina cut off her protest with the clamping of her fingers pressed together under George’s nose. “Shut it. I don’t give a shit what you are. Figure it out. We’ll go take a walk or some crap.” She hopped out of the car on long legs and popped open the back door, holding her hand out to Marty. “C’mon, Werewolf. Bet there’s a million acres of deserted pasture you can take a nice, quiet dump in.”

Marty rasped a sigh of disgust, taking Nina’s hand. “God, Nina, don’t be so crass. We don’t use a pasture as a bathroom,” she scolded, giving Nina a shove as she got out and slammed the door behind her, the two of them taking off at a rapid pace toward the back of the rambling farmhouse.

“Get in,” she ordered, surprising herself with her sharp tone.

It was time for some answers. Why had she been sent here to this specific locale, and why did Dex think it was a big deal that he owned a rescue? And why, in all the time they’d known each other, had he hidden it?

And the biggest question of all—why was he so stupid cute, no matter the hour of the day or the circumstance? Why was he so virile and sexy with his freakishly tanned-in-the-winter skin and his green vest and khaki pants?

He was making it really hard for her to stick to the plan, which was to get this angel gig right.

Ahem.

Get back on task, George.

She’d thought they were allowed to keep their worldly possessions if they were angeling. So what was the problem? Why was it an issue if Dex had an animal rescue? And the way he was behaving said there was a big issue.

Dex slid into the passenger seat, his long legs ridiculously contorting to get into her compact car, but he didn’t say a word.

And that annoyed her. She wasn’t in the wrong here. “Am I going to do all the talking? Because you’re the boss of everything and I’m not supposed to question the boss?”

He rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I meant and you know it, George.”

Shifting in her seat, she pushed her misbehaving hair out of her face and eyeballed him. “Then what did you mean?”

His jaw went tight, which meant he was annoyed. Another unfamiliar expression for him. “I meant I don’t want to involve you.”

“Involve me? In your life? In animal rescue? Knowing how much I love animals? Or wait…” She patted his arm, pausing before she said, “Is the animal rescue thing just a front? What are you really doing in there, Dex?” Then she gasped, never giving him the chance to respond. “Are you experimenting on them? Making fur coats out of them?” Then another thought hit her, and George recoiled, her eyes wide. “Or is this like a Pornhub situation?” Yeah, that would likely be a problem for the people in charge upstairs.

He gave her a look of disbelief. “Porn hub? What’s a porn hub?”

She snorted her cynicism.