fact, be overdressed.
I was very, very overdressed.
Barry’s sleeve until he leaned down. Pressing my lips to his ear, I whispered,
“Remind me to take your advice the next time you offer it.”
the room, archangel and human/Winged, was wearing jeans and boots. Some wore
tank tops, others wore t-shirts or long-sleeved Henleys. Jackets were thrown on
a chair in the corner which looked as if it was set there specifically for that
purpose. Another corner had been turned in to some sort of nursery area, at
least a dozen children of varying ages occupying themselves with toys which
were, thankfully, quiet.
all turned to look at me and Barry—or really, just me. I doubted Barry was the
subject of the intense and blatant interest and scrutiny. I cleared my throat
and offered a half-hearted wave. “Hello.”
from the stack of papers in her lap and sighed. “Julie. Really?”
my chin, crossing my arms over my chest and frowning. Maybe it was her more
than obvious disappointment, such a perfect mirror of my mother’s, but I was
immediately defensive. “What’s wrong with this? I wore this to one of the
country club events.”
have been an indicator that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t the most suitable
thing to wear.” She waved her hand around the room, which, while almost as
luxuriously furnished as Barry’s was definitely still a tent. “Is there
anything about this place which screams ‘country club’?”
tall, lanky redhead who looked as if he had more questions in life than answers
laughed and shook his head. “We don’t have balls here.” He immediately closed
his eyes and sighed. “Please, please forget I said that.”
about it. I’m sure you’ll say something even stupider before the end of this
meeting.” Gabriel nodded at me from across the room. “Nice to see you not
looking like death warmed over.”
forgive my brother—he’s recently developed what might be called a morbid sense
of humor.” The man who seemed to always be within arms’ reach of Joanne stood,
crossing the room and extending his hand. “We’ve met before but I understand
you don’t remember me. I’m Michael.”
distorted by alcohol and time, drifted to the forefront of my mind. Ignoring
his hand and narrowing my eyes, I said, “You mentioned something about
escorting me to hell.”
was annoyed at the time.” He lifted his brows, nodding pointedly at his still
extended hand. “And I don’t think you’re in a position to be commenting on
people’s manners given the male company you were keeping at the time.”
anybody who doesn’t know about David?” I threw my arms up, my voice spiking in
annoyance. “Seriously, Joanne? Weren’t you the one who didn’t believe in
of difference between gossip and truth, Julie.” Her smile was far from amused.
“And you’re being rude to my husband.”
the other one was your husband.” I glanced around the room, snapping my fingers
and pointing at the man locked in conversation with Gideon. “That one.
up, his eyes unfocused, his confusion obvious. “Did someone say my name?”
back to curing cancer.” Joanne waved her hand absently, her attention focused
on me. “They’re both my husband.”
I spun to face Barry, watching the entire scene with no expression whatsoever.