Chapter 12

She smiled, tossing a wink to Bartholomew. “I’m pretty confident he’ll think so,” she said.

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” Bartholomew said.

This surprised Hubert. “You’re leaving?”

“Well, yeah.”

“But…I thought…ain’t you my angel?”

“Karnchana will take good care of you, Hubert. But this is really her show.”

So Hubert had been right—Bartholomew wasa temptation; he’d all but admitted it. Obviously Paradise wasn’t peopled with golden-haired, hard-bodied sexpots. The smiling angel who took his hand and led him into Heaven’s hotel radiated beauty, but she didn’t arouse Hubert to the slightest degree. This was more like it. He turned to wave good-bye to Bartholomew, but his last chance to corrupt his body and guarantee he got the boot from God’s good graces had already taken wing. Karnchana pulled a heavy wooden door that led into the sun-soaked lobby and stood aside to let Hubert pass. Heaven, he rejoiced, here I come!