Мишель Роуэн - Angel with Attitude

“Oh, just a moment,” she said. “There does seem to be one room available.”

He turned. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” She looked up. “Room seventeen. Is that okay?”

“Room seventeen. But—” he frowned—“isn’t that your room?”

“Is that going to be a problem?”

A slow, cautious smile appeared. “No problem at all.”

She nodded. “Good. Now there’s only the matter of payment.”

The smile faded. “I don’t have any money. Hell doesn’t even spot us a couple of bucks when we’re thrown out. But, just give me some time—”

Val shook her head. “No, that won’t do at all. I suppose I’ll have to put you to work. I could use the help around here.” She moved out from behind the desk. “You don’t mind being bossed around a bit, do you?”

He stared at her for a moment, then a grin slowly spread across his handsome features. “I guess that all depends on who’s doing the bossing around.”

“Then I think we can come to an understanding.” A wide smile suddenly appeared on Val’s face. “I love you, too, Nathaniel. And I’ve missed you so much. Now I command you to kiss me. Right now.”

He took a step forward, then stopped and frowned. “Wait, there might be a problem.”

“What?”

He grimaced. “I think I may be coming down with a cold. My nose is all stuffed up. I’d probably just give you my germs. I may even sneeze on you.”

Her smile widened. “What’s life without a little risk?”

He smiled back, and then gathered her into his arms to give her a kiss that felt as good as

Heaven itself ever could.

Well, she thought, pretty damn close, anyhow.