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Cage lifted himself up to look her in the eyes. “If you think I don’t know that, Selene Matthews, then you’re crazy.”

She made a face at her legal name. “That sounds so weird coming from you.” Cage let out a laugh. “I’d say your name back at you but I can’t actually pronounce it.”

“Vasileios Georgiou,” he said with a wide smile.

“Sounds like ‘Vaseline George-io’.”

Cage snorted. “Yeah, legal names seem weird after having a road name for so long. Besides, no one but my mother calls me ‘Vasileios’ anyway. I was ‘Vinny’ most of my life.”

Angel’s nose crinkled. “‘Vinny’? That’s even worse!”

Cage leaned backwards, spreading his arms along the outside of the tub and spoke in a deep Greek that he usually masked, “Eísai pio ómorfi apó óla ta astéria mazí.”

Angel swallowed hard. Her eyes traveled down his naked torso and to his cock, which was starting to rise to the occasion now that the tension in the room had lessened. “What, um, what does that mean?”

Cage smiled wickedly. “I’ll tell you one day.”

“I didn’t know you spoke Greek.”

He nodded. “Fluent in Greek and French. Both were spoken frequently, depending on which household we were visiting for the summer.”

Angel tipped her head to the side. “It just occurred to me that I know nothing about your home life.”

Cage sat forward again. “And I know very little about yours, sweetness. I suppose that’s where dating comes in. We’ll learn all of this about each other.”

Angel nodded as a shiver ran over her.

Cage stood up. “I’ll get you a towel.” He saw one hanging on the rack on the wall and grabbed it for her.

“Thanks. There are more in the closet there.”

Cage walked over to it and grabbed out another towel. He turned back to see that Angel wasn’t drying herself off. Instead, she was watching his naked ass.

Cage grinned cockily. “See something you like?”

“I’m not sure there’s a woman on the planet who wouldn’t.”

He walked over to the tub and leaned down to claim her lips. “I only care about one woman’s opinion.”

Angel ducked her head, and he wondered if she believed him.

Cage dried himself off and then put his pants back on. As much as he wanted to stay, he understood her needing space and time. He had to be patient with her. Besides, he wanted to talk to Steel and Bulldog to find out what the hell happened at the tattoo studio. He was not going to make Angel live through it again.

Cage went to reach for his shirt, but Angel snagged it first. She brought it to her chest and then to her nose, inhaling deep.

Then she smiled wickedly at him. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Fuck no.” He’d bring her over a new shirt every day if that’s what she wanted to sleep in.

Cage took a step forward, but Angel took a step back. He froze. She blushed. “Sorry. It’s just, out of the water… I’m on my period and I need to get myself ready for bed.”

Was the fact that she was on her period the real reason she didn’t want him sleeping in her bed tonight? Cage still stepped forward and snagged her around the waist. “Your period doesn’t bother me in the slightest, sweetness. It’s biology and natural.”

That blush on her cheeks was adorable. “Not many men feel the same way.”

He kissed her deeply. “When are you going to learn, sweetness, that I’m not like many men.” He kissed her nose. “I’m better.” Angel snorted. “I’ll lock up on my way out. Do you need help wrapping your wrists up before going to bed?”

Angel shook her head.

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