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perfect spring day. For the first time in a long time, she stopped to look at the angel tower. Taking up a good-sized portion of the land that had once comprised Central Park, its height was astounding. Built of stone, the tower was gothic in architecture, resembling a massive haunted castle. Scaffolding surrounded the building on two sides, so high in the air she wondered how the construction workers managed to breathe up there. They’d been building for almost ten years and the tower still wasn’t complete. It looked fairly intact, though. How much longer before the angels considered it done?
    And what will they do to us once it is?
    She spotted a Consortium Guard leaving the front entrance. He was headed in her direction. Doing a quick about-face, she continued her walk home. Right now her objective was to avoid Consortium as much as possible. One of them might eventually get suspicious about the guilty expression she couldn’t quite seem to hide.
    Eva almost made it to her apartment without being spotted. Almost. She had her key ready to go in the lock when the voice sounded out behind her.
    "There you are, Eva."
    She couldn’t hold back the groan this time. How had he managed to open his front door without her hearing him? Maybe he hadn’t even locked it so he could hop out and catch her off guard the way he liked to. "Travis, I’m so not in the mood—"
    "Since you’re home early, I thought we could go to dinner at that Italian diner you like so much. Maybe catch a movie. Saved by an Angel is playing at the theatre down the street."
    Eva turned to face Travis, who leaned against his doorjamb with his arms casually crossed. How much was she willing to bet he’d struck that pose on purpose to showcase the puny muscles on his arms? Unbidden, the thought of the heavy corded muscles on Michael’s arms drifted into her mind. "I told you, we’re not together anymore, and I’m not going to change my mind."
    He shot her an offended look. "Friends can go to dinner and a movie too, you know."
    Yeah. Right.
    "It’s not like you have anything else to do tonight," he added.
    Yet another thinly veiled dig at her lack of family. She fought to keep calm. Travis was trying to get a rise out of her, and falling for it would only increase the amount of time it took to get rid of him.
    Lifting a fist to her mouth, she faked a cough. "Listen, I’m not feeling too well. I’m pretty sure I’m coming down with something. Feels like it could be strep throat."
     His eyes widened and he uncrossed his arms, taking a fraction of a step back into his apartment. "Oh...really? Are you sure?"
    She hid a smile behind her raised fist, waiting to drop her hand until she’d managed to school her expression into a pained one. If there was anything guaranteed to frighten Travis away, it was the possibility of sickness. "I think so."
    "Oh. I guess we’d better postpone dinner then. I can’t afford to miss out on any work." He took another backward step into his apartment before hastily adding, "I hope you feel better soon."
    Perfect. Turning back to face her door, Eva let go of the smile she’d been holding back. "Thanks." She unlocked her door, remembering to call out to him a millisecond before his door swung shut. "Don’t forget to look for my key!"
    Stepping into her apartment was like walking into an alternate dimension. Everything looked the same, but the delicious aroma wafting out of her kitchen was entirely foreign. She’d certainly never made anything that smelled half as delicious as what she caught a whiff of now.
    Angels cook?
    The thought of brawny Michael flitting around her tiny kitchen like some sort of gourmet chef was too inconceivable. Surely it couldn’t be...
    Eva walked to the doorway of the kitchen and stopped cold at the sight in front of her. She threw her hands to her face in an attempt to block the strangled laugh that shot out of her mouth, but he must have heard her because he turned, one brow