Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 121887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
My eyes fell closed as that washed over me.
So, you see, in the end, I got my Rock Chick story, it was just that it was an Avenging Angels story.
And like all the rest of them, it was epic.
The final tidbits:
Javi and I were planning a vacation to Nicaragua so he could finally meet his grandparents.
Joey and Gemma were in their units, their moves helped by the Angels and the Hottie Squad.
The only big news was, since NI&S was going great guns in Phoenix, the Hottie Squad had two new Hotties.
One was named Shaw Drake, the other Landon Cage, and they were both former-military buds of Cap and Knox.
And yes, they too put the hot in hottie.
It was kind of unfair since I’d gotten used to looking at them all without my retinas being in danger of burning out due to their hotness.
Now, with two additions, I was back to square one.
But since the hottest of the hot lay his head down on the pillow beside mine every night, and woke up beside me every day, I was oh-so-completely-and-totally good.
Summer was blazing in the Valley of the Sun, as usual.
The Oasis swung with the weather punches, also as usual, and we didn’t let the heat beat us down (in other words, lots and lots of pool parties).
But now, we were hitting autumn, so the temperatures were cooling.
We’d still have lots of parties.
Bottom line?
Life was awesome!
And now it was even better, the last girl in Trev’s web o’ treachery being off the hook.
We could draw a line under that.
It was a relief.
I sipped my Fresca through my pink straw on this happy thought.
The speaker on the desk sounded with Morgan Freeman’s voice, making us all jump.
“Well done, Angels,” he said.
Arthur was a total mystery.
But I loved it when he shared he was proud of us.
“One more thing,” the speaker said.
Uh-oh.
We all looked at each other.
Nothing came from the speaker.
“Delivery?” someone called from the open door to the unit.
We turned around to see a man in a familiar brown delivery driver’s uniform, his van parked beyond him.
He was balancing two very specifically-shaped wooden crates on their sides.
“Can someone sign for these?” he asked.
We all got up and headed his way.
Raye signed for them.
Jessie, Shanti, Willow and I dragged them in.
Luna went to the desk to get something to pry open the crates.
The delivery driver took off.
We pried open the crates and pulled away all the protective packing.
And there were two new Andy Warhol-esque paintings to add to our walls.
One was of Joey.
The other was Gemma.
“Oh my God, Arthur is totally Dreamweaver,” Luna stated.
After Luna, Jessie, me and Willow (Shanti already lived there) had all scored units at the Oasis once this Angels business started, this new thing with Joey and Gemma meant it would be beyond a coincidence if he was not also our landlord.
The burner phone we left on the desk at the front trilled.
Raye went to it while we all moved the paintings to lean them against the walls and tidied up all the packing stuff to throw away at the Oasis.
“Uh, Angels?” Raye called.
We looked her way.
I knew that look on her face.
I hadn’t seen it often, but I knew it.
I grinned.
Luna grinned.
Jessie grinned.
Shanti grinned.
Willow sighed.
Then she grinned.
And Raye made it official.
“We have a case.”
The End