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be more comfortable.”
    “ You took off my pants? Get out of my house.” Calla walked over to
the phone and started dialing.
    “ Are you calling work?”
    Shit,
I forgot about that. “I’m calling the police.”
    Gabriel took the phone from her hand. “I am
afraid I cannot let you do that.”
    “ Good thing I didn’t ask then, isn’t it? I don’t know how you do
things where you’re from, but here in my house I will not be told what to do.
I’m a grown woman with responsibilities. Give me back my phone, now!”
    Gabriel shook his head.
    She was arguing with an
angel, and she had reached her breaking point. “Get out now.”
    “ I cannot do that.” Gabriel turned then stopped. “Do not worry
about your work. I called them while you were sleeping.”
    “ You what?”
    “ You were concerned earlier, so when we got here I gave them a
call. Do not worry. They understand that you will be taking some time off for
personal reasons.” Gabriel shut the door on his way out.
    “ I’m not taking any time off! You’re an asshole, look it up,” Calla
yelled.
    She walked into her bathroom
and slammed the door. She reached into the shower and turned the water on. “The
Bible and Koran have angels all wrong, at least this one. He’s not an angel.
He’s clearly the devil’s spawn. How dare he call my work? What gives him the
right? I’m not anybody’s prisoner. He thought a little jab was bad, wait until
I do some Kung Fu on his ass.”
    Calla stopped, and it
suddenly hit her. I have an angel in my
house. I’m not sure I even believe in God, let alone angels. You idiot, of
course there’s a God. I guess I have been a stranger for so long that I had
forgotten about him. It looks like He hasn’t forgotten about me. She tried
to examine that idea more clearly, but was unable to process the information.
She wasn’t sure what worried her more, God knowing her or an angel standing in
her house. She pushed the thoughts aside. With the emotional exertion taking
its toll on her she decided this would be a musing for another day.
    Calla slipped the scrub top
over her head, unfastened her bra, and stepped out of her panties.   Oh my
God.   Gabriel had seen her in her
panties. Heat flooded her cheeks, picking up the pink lace scrap from the
floor. I wonder what he thought of these. Looking in the mirror, a smile painted her face. You’re an idiot. He’s an angel . I’m
sure he didn’t even notice these. She dropped the panties, stepped under
the warm water, and sighed. She hadn’t realized how much her body ached or how
much she needed this.
    ****
    Gabriel stood outside the
bedroom door. A smile spread when he heard Calla mumbling to herself. Then he
heard the first piece of clothing hit the floor. Molten lava raced through his
veins. The jeans were unbearably snug. I
need to go downstairs before I go in and—what? What would you do? Images of
a soapy, naked Calla flooded his thoughts. I’m
going to need a cold shower.   He
pulled himself away from the door, adjusted himself, and went downstairs.
    ****
    Calla stepped out of the
shower. She half expected to see Gabriel waiting outside the door. When she
opened the door in nothing but a towel, relief and disappointment washed over
her. She dressed and headed downstairs.
    She smelled bacon and coffee.
Her stomach growled. She walked into the kitchen, and there were two plates
filled with bacon, eggs and toast. A glass full of orange juice and a cup of
coffee sat on the table. Gabriel pulled out a chair for Calla.
    “ Did you make this?”
    “ Yes.”
    Calla’s stomach rumbled.
“This looks really good. I didn’t know angels knew how to cook.” Calla looked
at the other plate. “Or eat.”
    Gabriel shrugged. “We can
eat. It is not necessary, but I did not think humans liked to eat alone.”
    “ Humans, hmm? We do like to be alone sometimes,” Calla said, taking
a bite of toast.
    “ Is that not what you are?” Gabriel watched her as she ate.
    “ Yeah, but