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moment.
    “ What the hell are you?” she whispered.
    “ I am Gabriel.”
    “ You’re an angel? Archangel Gabriel?” She asked, and then glanced
down at her feet.
    “ You
have heard of me, good.”
    She hit the floor with a loud
thud.
    Gabriel picked her up and
laid her on the bed. He looked around the room.
    “ Maybe we should try this again somewhere else.”
    He reached into her pocket
and pulled out her wallet, “It looks like you are going home after all, Calla
Stevens.”
     
     

 
    Chapter Two
     
    Gabriel landed in Calla’s
backyard. He opened the door, and a sweet smell welcomed him. He followed the
scent to where it was the strongest, her bedroom. He laid her down and gazed
upon her face. He wanted to caress the porcelain skin, long eyelashes, and
kissable lips. You are the angel.
      She lay on
top of the bed, her shirt riding up, exposing pale, smooth skin. Gabriel
reached out. I wonder if it’s as soft as
it looks. His fingers brushed her abdomen. No… softer. Her jacket bunched beneath her back, and her pants
twisted. That can’t be comfortable.
    Gabriel pulled at the jacket,
and Calla stirred. Well, that’s not going
to work. He closed his eyes and concentrated. With a thought her jacket and
pants were gone. Gabriel glanced down at the exposed skin. Holy hell.
    His stomach tightened, and a
wave of nausea engulfed him, followed by a sensation of butterflies swirling in
his stomach. These strange new emotions consumed him. What was it about this
woman that twisted him into knots? He had seen human flesh before and never
experienced this kind of reaction. He reached down and adjusted himself. He was
hard, and his jeans pulled against his erection. How is this woman able to make me feel so … alive?
    He grabbed the sheet and
pulled it up, first covering legs smooth as satin, then up over her pink lace
panties. He resisted the urge to reach down and see if her skin was as smooth
as he thought. Sweat beaded his forehead as he limped to the door. The pain in
his groin was almost overwhelming. I have
never known torture such as this.
    ****
    Calla opened her eyes and
stared at the ceiling. There weren’t any holes. She was in her room lying in
her bed. “Shit! That was the weirdest dream I ever had.” She lay there for a
moment as thoughts of a man—no, he was no man. He was an angel. She sat up
slowly, trying to sort out the mass of jumbled images in her mind.
    It wasn’t a dream. Gabriel
leaned against the door frame, while his emerald eyes watched her. He was
shirtless, had a sculpted abdomen and broad shoulders. His short dark hair
looked messy, but for some reason she still wanted to run her fingers through
it.
      “ What are you
doing in my house?” she asked, confused and still a little disoriented.
    “ You fainted. I thought you might be more comfortable here.” Gabriel
ran a hand through his dark brown hair.
    “ You had wings.” She mumbled, still trying to sort out everything
that happened.
    “ I have wings.” Gabriel
turned. His wings hugged his back. They were folded in and unnoticeable from
the front.
    “ But you look like a human, um, when your wings are tucked away.”
    “ Yes.”
    “ I can’t believe there’s an angel standing in my house. This isn’t
normal, and it would help if you answered my questions with more than one
word.” Calla was having a conversation with an angel. This would be strange if
she herself wasn’t a walking anomaly.
    “ You did not ask me a question. You made a statement, and I
answered you. I will answer three questions for you. Consider that your reward
for saving me.”
    “ Lucky me.”
    Calla mused on the questions she
really wanted to ask, but there were so many she didn’t know where to begin.
Why are angels on earth, or are they always here?   How did they get here? If they are always
here, why can I see one now, and why couldn’t I see them before? Are there
other angels here or is he alone? Those questions would have to