He whirled around to find Angel standing there, sketchpad under her arm.
“Oh, Jeff, it’s your little friend again,” drawled Susan. “I thought you were supposed to be keeping her out of trouble.”
“I’m sorry,” Angel apologized. “She must have slipped out of the house with me.”
“You’ll have to be more careful in the future, dear. Do you know how much it will cost to have this suit dry cleaned?”
“No, but I can pay for it,” answered Angel grimly.
“Susan, don’t you think you’re overreacting?” asked Jeff.
She turned on him. “Why are you defending her?”
“I’m not defending her. I’m just saying it isn’t that bad.”
Angel took a business card from her purse and handed it to Susan. “You can send the bill here,” she said.
“Angel, you don’t have to—”
She shot him a look. “Just let it go, Jeff.”
Angel patted her leg and moved away, Cherub following her at once.
That left him alone with Susan. Who was boiling mad at him…because of Angel…again.
Time to remind her of that invitation.
Table of Contents
Orchard Hill: Volume One
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
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