Chapter 12

Brian watched Angel standing at the stove cooking the eggs, seemingly right at home in Brian’s kitchen.

“Have you met a detective before me?” he asked, curious.

“I haven’t, actually,” Angel said, plating up the eggs. He brought them over to the table, sliding one plate in front of Brian as he gave him a flirty smile. “You’re my first.”

Brian coughed a little on his mouthful of pastry before swallowing it down. “Oh,” he said, and quickly drank some water. “Well, uh. Great.”

Angel chuckled lightly. “Sorry, I forgot not to flirt with you while you’re eating.” He took his own plate to the other end of the table and sat down. “Eat up.”

“Thank you,” Brian told him, a happy feeling sitting in his gut. “And you can flirt with me all you want, it’s fine.”

Angel smirked at that. “Oh, I will. Later.”

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