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the table.
    "What would you like for breakfast?" Luce asked Mel, ignoring the other woman.
    Mel smiled. "Actually, I don't think I'm ready to eat anything yet. I was just thirsty. I only got up to get a glass of water."
    "Let me," he said, grabbing the jug of filtered water from the fridge. He presented a filled glass to her.
    Mel's smile didn't fade as she sipped her way through Luce's offering, before setting the empty glass on the sink. "Thank you. I'm still a bit tired, so if you don't mind, I'd like to go back to bed for some more sleep."
    "Of course." Luce's heart flipped as her light kiss tingled against his lips. He watched her careful steps back to their shared bedroom.
    The door clicked closed behind the departing chef and Luce seriously considered following Mel back to bed. No, he decided. He had a holiday to plan.
    He powered up his laptop and switched on the coffee machine. How did you plan a holiday from HELL with a perfect angel like Mel?
    Like the honeymoon from Heaven. He grinned and started his search, slurping his espresso in bliss.

Ninety frustrating minutes later, Luce had managed to book exactly nothing. Not flights, accommodation…he couldn't even decide on a destination. Would Mel want beaches or snow or wilderness or city or…what?
    He picked up the phone and prayed it was a good idea. He needed help, after all.
    "Hello, Helpful Angels Agency," a professional, feminine voice bubbled. "How may I help you?"
    Luce thanked Heaven and anyone else who'd answered his prayer. "I'm hoping you can help. I intend to take my angel on a relaxing holiday and I'm looking for recommendations."
    The girl cleared her throat. "Ah, I believe you might have the wrong impression. You see, this is an employment agency and not a travel agency. We provide expert staff to meet our clients' needs and…"
    "And the expert assistance I need is advice on where to take an angel on holiday. From the HELL Corporation. One of your expert staff." Luce stressed the last two words, just in case she didn't get the message.
    "Is this a joke? Or a threat?" The bubbles popped, baring steel. Luce recognised her voice now. "I hope you realise that threatening our staff contravenes several laws and violates your contract of service with us. What is your name…or the name of the staff member?"
    Luce gritted his teeth. "My name is Luce Iblis and you sound like Gabrielle…D'Angelo, isn't it?"
    "It sure is, and I'll be telling Raphael and every other angel I see today that you're threatening Mel. They'll carve you into little demon cubes and skewer you for your subordinates to barbeque in Hell before you can blink. Don't you even think of taking Mel anywhere."
    He burst out laughing. "Your boss already knows – Mel told him herself last night. And he knows what the consequences will be if he tries to stop me again."
    "Go to Hell," Gabrielle snapped and slammed the phone down.
    Bloody unhelpful angel.
    Luce noticed a text message from an unknown number, so he opened it.
     
    Your cock is smaller than shrimp and your stamina is sucking.
     
    Wrong number. Definitely. Luce deleted it.
    Sighing, Luce grimaced and did what he always did when he needed a problem sorted.
    "Good morning, Mr Iblis," Mephi answered on the second ring. Feminine and professional, but with bite from the beginning. At least she was honest.
    "Hi, Mephi. As I mentioned yesterday, I won't be in for the better part of the next month as I take some overdue leave. Melody Angel, too. But I need your help."
    "What with, Mr Iblis?"
    "I don't know where to take her on holiday. I promised we'd go away somewhere but I don't know what she'd like and I can't ask her." Well, he could, but that would spoil the surprise and making her help him plan the whole thing was hardly him arranging a relaxing holiday for her.
    "Mr Iblis, what does Miss Angel like?"
    Luce racked his brain. "Macchiato. Fresh-brewed tea. Chocolate. Wine. Good food. Swans. Wild birds. Dolphins. Weather like we have here.