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looked at each other questioningly before Brandon got
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up. "I'll go see who it is."
Angel looked at the kids, smiling at their excitement
and happy all over again at the extraordinary bargains
he'd been able to find. Who knew that Ralph Lauren had
a line for kids? Or that Columbia had such great jackets
for both adults and kids?
"Mi'ja, show me your pink jacket again. I love that!"
Marisa immediately complied, digging her pink parka
out of the bag and dragging it on. Angel sighed. God,
she was adorable. Her curly hair tumbled over the
shoulders of the jacket and she had her tongue stuck
between her teeth as she attempted to zip it. "Pequeña,
let me help." Turning to Trey, he instructed, "Put your
jacket on, too, I want to see again how it fits."
Brandon's voice called from the doorway. "Sugar?
C'mon over here, will ya?"
"Okay!" he called. "Kids, sort all your stuff and then
we're going to take it upstairs, okay?" He got up from
Brandon's cream leather sofa and walked over to the
door. He stopped short when he saw Cliff Danielson
standing on the other side. His lip curled the tiniest bit.
He couldn't help himself. This man had seen him at his
worst.
He was greeted with a tiny grin and a quick salute.
"Why, hello, Angel."
He muttered a greeting in return, then looked at his
lover, who had the silliest grin on his face. "What are
you grinning at?"
Shrugging, his head canted to the side, Brandon just
grinned some more and pointed to a box at his feet.
Slowly coming forward, Angel leaned over
hesitantly, almost afraid of what he might find.
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Chapter 22
"Ohh!" Angel gasped automatically as he spotted the
two puppies in the box. He immediately stepped through
the door and dropped to his knees, sighing as he gazed at
the adorable babies. They were cuddled together on a
ratty old blanket.
"Ohh!" he said again. "What kind of puppies are
they?" He looked first at Brandon, who just beamed at
him and shrugged, then at Cliff. His orneriness melted
away as he waited for the answer.
Cliff looked delighted at Angel's reaction. "They sure
enough are cute, Angel. They're German shepherd
pups... girls -- about nine weeks old. My girl Marta had
a litter of six, and these are the last two."
"Can I touch them?" Angel was dying to feel the
silky fur. Head tilted back, he watched Brandon and
Cliff exchanged a happy, knowing look. His brows
lowered, and he scowled as he tried to figure out what
the two of them were up to.
Cliff distracted him by nodding and slowly crouching
down next to him. He used a hand on Angel's shoulder
to balance himself. "Go ahead, young fella, you can pet
'em. Lizzie -- my wife -- and I've been socializing 'em
quite a bit."
With that permission, Angel slowly slid his hands
down and lifted one precious pup to his chest. Crooning,
he drew his fingers over the delicate little head, feeling
the whiskers. The puppy moved her head and slowly
opened her little eyes, looking up at him. He fell in love
immediately -- headfirst.
"Ohh," he sighed again, "What's her name?"
Cliff grabbed a hand from Brandon to stand up again.
"That's up to you, Angel. I brought them over for you."
Eyes wide, Angel raised his head to stare at Cliff.
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"Oh, my God. Really?"
Brandon slapped Cliff on the back. "I told you. This
is the way to Angel's heart."
Scowling once more, because clearly his lover had
been conspiring with the vintner, Angel sniffed
to balance himself. "Go ahead, young fella, you can pet
'em. Lizzie -- my wife -- and I've been socializing 'em
quite a bit."
With that permission, Angel slowly slid his hands
down and lifted one precious pup to his chest. Crooning,
he drew his fingers over the delicate little head, feeling
the whiskers. The puppy moved her head and slowly
opened her little eyes, looking up at him. He fell in love
immediately -- headfirst.
"Ohh," he sighed again, "What's her name?"
Cliff grabbed a hand from Brandon to stand up again.
"That's up to you, Angel. I brought them over for you."
Eyes wide, Angel raised his head to stare at Cliff.
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"Oh, my God. Really?"
Brandon slapped Cliff on the back. "I told you. This
is the way to Angel's heart."
Scowling once more, because clearly his lover had
been conspiring with the vintner, Angel sniffed
disdainfully before turning his attention back to the baby
in his arms. He was secretly thrilled at their conniving.
"Never mind them, bebe." He reached for the second
pup, gently bringing her up to his chest and cuddling
them together.
He gave his lover an arch look as he stood, then
indicated the door with a slight jerk of his head. "Will
you open that, please?"
Chuckling, waving his arm and bowing, Brandon did
as he was asked, holding the door open theatrically.
"Yes, your highness."
Brandon and Cliff followed Angel inside, bringing
the box along with them.
Angel called out softly to the kids. "Come and look,
kids."
Squeals of excitement issued from the two children,
who came at a run. Angel shushed them, "Easy, niños.
Easy. Take it slowly. Don't scare them." He knelt down
on the rug near the fire, thinking the babies would
appreciate the warmth. Marisa and Trey hovered closely,
reaching out to touch.
Angel and the children touched, petted, crooned, and
murmured to the puppies, while Brandon and Cliff
watched approvingly. The two men stood to the side,
chatting quietly. Angel tried to hear what they were
saying, but he kept getting his attention diverted back to
the squiggling babies in his arms. They were so
precious.
Marisa piped up with the key question. "Angel, can
we keep them? Can we?"
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Even Trey was looking longingly at him, his hand on
one of the babies.
"Have you had a dog before?"
Trey shook his head quickly. "No. Uh-uh. Me and
'Risa wanted one, but my mom always said no. She was
allergic or something, I guess."
"Well, um, Cliff said he brought them over for me,
but..." Angel stopped when Marisa's smile turned upside
down. "Um, I think that they should belong to all of us,"
he finished with a smile.
Trey and Marisa screamed excitedly, immediately
jumping up and down in their joy.
Watching them, Angel knew he would not have been [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]