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his forehead. "Okay, I admit skipping the dating part was my idea, but I didn't agree on skipping the whole
    'living together' thing."
    "We're not skipping it."
    He snorted. "Could've fooled me."
    "A family emergency has come up. My father needs me to stay with him for a while."
    "Oh, Cass. I'm so sorry. Is he okay?" He sounded so concerned, I felt bad for lying to him.
    "Yes, he's fine. It's just the family business needs me. We might lose everything if I don't go down there and fix it."
    Dallas nodded. "Sure, I understand. Do what you have to do.
    Family's everything. Besides, we can still see each other every day."
    I hesitated. Leading the type of campaign Dad envisioned might take all my time, particularly since I had no idea what I was doing and needed to learn as I moved along.
    "You probably don't know but I give killer back rubs, you know, to help you deal with all that stress," Dallas continued.
    That sounded like divine. But visiting Hell? Unless he pierced a dagger into his heart, or someone like me took him down there, that wasn't going to happen. I squirmed. "It's not that easy."
    "Why not? You don't want your father to meet me? I know I was sweating up a storm at the restaurant. It was a volcano in there. I promise not to sweat all over your dad."
    I giggled inwardly. The poor lad could never handle Hell where it was a million times hotter. I shook my head. "It's not that."
    "What then? Are you afraid of hopelessly falling in love with me?" He cocked a brow and pulled me closer. "You want to tell me, Cass. I can see it in your eyes. No one can resist my charms. Now, tell me the real reason."
     
    How could I defy that confident smile? Or perseverance. "We're going to California."
    "Oh." A shadow crossed his features, his forehead creased into a frown. "How long are we talking, babe?"
    "A while."
    He ran a hand through his hair and paused for a moment, as if pondering, avoiding my gaze. "There's email, video chat, telephones, and texting. We'll stay in touch. I'm not letting the most fantastic thing in my life get away."
    I opened my mouth to speak when Kinky let out an exaggerated sigh. He'll find someone else in a heartbeat.
    "No, he won't," I hissed.
    "What?" Dallas asked.
    I smiled. "Nothing."
    A hottie like him? Kinky smacked his tongue.
    He'll be faithful , Pinky said.
    Don't listen to him. All he knows about mortals is what he's been spoon-fed on a fluffy, white cloud.
    As usual, Kinky's argument made sense. He might not be the most congenial being, but he knew human nature better than an angel who used to spend most of his time cheering along with Carry Grant while watching movies from the fifties. We barely knew each other but somehow, the idea of being away from Dallas wasn't an appealing one.
    "Cass?" Dallas asked, giving my hand a squeeze. "Are you okay?
    Listen, babe, we have something so special...something that sizzles.
    We both can't deny it." My attention snapped back to him. He continued, "No other girl has ever taken my breath away like you have. Leaving before things have even properly started sucks. But you go do what you have to do. Your family depends on you. I promise I'll be waiting right here for you."
    I took in his broad shoulders and toned quadriceps. Yeah, right.
    He'd find someone else in no time. "Want to come with me?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.
    He laughed. "What?"
    I shrugged. "It was just an idea."
    "Sounds like a good one. I thought you'd never ask. California, here we come."
    "I hope you like it hot ."
    "Are you kidding?" He jumped up like an excited kid, making my heart skip a beat. "The hotter the better. I can't wait to catch up on my tan."
    "Pack plenty of suntan lotion...and your darkest pair of shades."
    My pulse spiked as he inched closer and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest. I buried my head in the crevice of his armpit, breathing in the musky scent of his deodorant.
     
    "When are we leaving?" Dallas asked.
    "Tonight." I groaned