Page 43 of The Beat of My Heart
That is what she is doing to you, asshat, she is your light in the darkness.
My conscience needs to shut the fuck up.
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Pacingthe suite for the hundredth time today, I stare at our connecting door. How easy it would be to invade her space. Find out about Angel. Where is she from? What’s her name? What is she hiding? But I don’t—I can’t. I know that if I find out her real name, I won’t be able to stay away. This shit with Romero may never end, and I cannot bring my sweet Angel into the depths of hell with me.
Unable to stand it anymore, I pull out my phone and text the guys.
Trevor: Hey.
Preston: Missing us asshole?
Dexter: How’s Boston?
Trevor: Fuck off Pres. Boston is fine. How’s Tate? Any news on the girls?
Thinking about Dexter’s kids, I smile. I’ve never wanted them myself, but Tate is an amazing little guy. Angel and I would make fucking exceptional kids. The thought should scare me, but it doesn’t. It makes my heart hurt.
Dexter: Tate is good. His new nanny started today, but I think he would prefer Sylvie to stay with him.
Preston: You know she would have dickhead, she even offered.
Dexter: I know, but I have to be able to handle this.
Trevor: Letting us help is not a failure, Dex. Remember that.
Dexter: Thanks. Girls are growing. The doctors forwarded me the new ultrasound this morning. I’ll show you when you get home.
Preston: You getting any ass there in Boston douche bag?
Trevor: Why are you such an asshole?
Preston: Is that a yes?
Trevor: Fuck off.
Dexter: Wait, are you getting ass?
Trevor: Wtf is wrong with you two?
Loki: I happen to know for a fact that he is.
Trevor: What the actual fuck Loki?
Dexter: What the fuck Trevor?
Dexter: Who is she?
Preston: Is she hot?
Dexter: Once or more than once?
Preston: He isn’t hitting it more than once unless she was hit with the ugly stick.
Trevor: Watch it asshole.
Preston: Protective? Hmmm, isn’t that interesting?
