Page 129 of Dark Angel
Wolf extended his hand to Gabriel. As the two men shook, Wolf said, “One wrong move with her and you’re a dead man.”
“Do. Not. Threaten. Me,” Gabriel said. “You won’t live to regret it.”
“Enough,” Halston scolded.
Wolf strode out, shut the door behind him.
Alone with his woman.
The air crackled with electricity. The pull to go to her had him wrapping her in his arms, dropping a soft kiss on her lipstick lips.
“You look beautiful. Elegant and sexy.”
“Evangeline left me some clothes. I thought this would be good, but I’m not sure where we’re going.”
Halston had worn a halter dress with a high neck and bare shoulders.
“That’s a Santini Original,” he said. “Our Little Black Halter dress.” He kissed her soft shoulder, letting his lips linger on her warm skin.
She modeled it slowly so he could check her out. His junk started to swell, but he tamped down on the desire.
“Bellisima.”Very beautiful.
“I’m glad you like.” She paused to check him out. “You clean up well.”
He’d worn a Santini Original black suit, black dress shirt, no tie.
“Come sit.” He clasped her hand, brought her to the sofa. After they got comfortable, he said, “I have gifts for you.” Her eyes lit up, the joy on her face calmed his angry, vengeful heart.
“This sounds fun.”
He set the small bag on her silky, toned thigh. “I wanted to buy you jewelry, and something you don’t have.”
“Okay.” She reached inside, extracted the small package wrapped in white tissue paper.
He kissed her again. “I’ll explain after you open.”
She unfolded the tissue paper, stared at the shimmering diamond rings and the gold lipstick case for a few seconds before peering into his eyes.
“These are stunning. I definitely don’t have rings like this. Is that a man’s ring?”
“His and hers. They’re different because they work with an app?—”
“Are they those health rings?”
“No, they were created by gadget master Crocket Wilde. They have location chips embedded in them, so we’ll know where the other is.”
“Like Find Me on my phone?”
“Yes, but better because we might not have our phones.”
“Hmm.”
“You asked me to be honest, not to step out on you. I told you I wouldn’t, but if you ever doubted me, you could see?—”
“Gabriel, the rings are beautiful, but if I have to check on you because I think you’re cheating, then I don’t trust you. I don’t want a relationship like that.”
“If you were taken, how would anyone find you?”
