Chapter Twenty-Seven-Angel&Giselle

Angel

My phone buzzes and I glance down. I am not expecting any calls, but when I see it’s from my Koukla, I am all smiles.

Koukla:

I’m about to leave Maria’s. I just texted Banks to pick me up. But I wanted to ask you what time you’ll be home? Will you be there for dinner?

I close my eyes and lick my lips. It’s not the first time she called the condo home, but whenever she does, I get this ache in my chest. I know I need to make it official. And I plan on it.

Tonight. I am going to ask her to be mine for real tonight.

Angel:

Wrapping things up. Banks is picking up Buffy from the vet. He’ll be there in six minutes. Then it’s fifteen to the condo. I expect you to text me in exactly twenty-one minutes that you’re home.

Koukla:

Wow. Crazy much?

Angel:

I need to know where you are at all times, Little Doll. Nonnegotiable.

Koukla:

Why don’t you just track me then?

I don’t answer.

Koukla:

Oh, my God. Do you track me? Angel! Seriously. That’s crazy.