All For An Angel
cream.”
    “ Uncle Gabe.” Angel ran into his arms,
almost smashing the flowers.
    He scooped her up with his right arm and
handed an out-of-breath Amy the bouquet. “Let’s get you dressed,
and then we’ll go for a ride.” Angel allowed him to put on her
shirt and shoes as well as tie them.
    “ Oh, great! Sit still for Uncle Gabe.”
She softened her voice and glanced toward Gabe. “By the way, thanks
for the flowers. They’re beautiful.” She put them in an old jar and
inhaled their aroma.
    Shit! I should have gotten her a vase.
    “ You’re welcome, but I got them for my
little angel.” He blew a raspberry on his niece’s belly, making her
laugh. “You might want to grab a change of clothes for her. You
know Mom will have chocolate syrup for that ice cream.”
    “ Good thinking. I’ll be right
back.”
    As he played with Angel, he couldn’t help
noticing the old appliances and tattered carpet. The drywall was
also cracked and stained with water spots. What was wrong with
Lou?
    After he gave Angel a few more raspberries
and tickles, Amy came back with a small bag. Her light brown hair
hung loose around her shoulders, and she wore her best jeans. The
ones that outlined her curvy ass and gave him a hard-on every time
he saw them. He remembered the feel of her ass in his hands from
the last time he touched it, five years ago. Oh, how he wanted to
touch it again, tonight. The original plan had been dinner and then
shoot some pool, but no way in hell could he go through the torture
of watching her bend over the table.
    She dropped a pair of open toed heels to the
floor and wiggled her tiny feet into them. He smiled to himself,
knowing she felt short at five-two standing next to him.
    “ I’m ready.”
    “ Then let’s go.” He helped Angel climb
on him for a piggyback ride.
    They climbed down the rickety staircase.
    “ It’s oddly quiet out here. Usually
there’s a bunch of kids hanging out in the parking lot.” Amy nodded
toward broken down chairs and a picnic table.
    “ Yeah, they all scattered when I
pulled in. Most of them I’ve busted two or three times for
drugs.”
    “ Oh.”
    He watched Amy the rest of the way until he
had to strap Angel’s car seat in. Then he buckled her up and got in
himself. Amy was already in the front seat, or he would have opened
the door for her. I should have done that first.
    A few moments later driving down the road,
Amy’s voice broke through Angel’s excited squeals. “What are you
smiling about?”
    “ I got my A-list girls with me
tonight. That’s enough to make any man smile.” He glanced back at
the four-year-old playing with a rag doll. She was so sweet and
innocent, and he wished she was his. Then he would have his girls
with him every day and night. The dream seemed like it would never
become reality.
    He needed Amy like he needed air. She
completed him, knew him inside and out, supported his ideas, listen
to him when things went wrong and cheered for him when thing were
right. And at this very moment, things were oh so right.
    He pulled into his parent’s drive. “Stay
here. I’ll be back.” He unbuckled.
    “ I can take her in.” She reached for
her seatbelt clasp.
    “ No, no! You two women will get to
talkin’ and the next thing I know, it’ll be time to take you home.
I want you all to myself tonight. Stay put.”
    He ran in with Angel, dropped her off and
came back before five minutes had passed.
    “ That was fast.”
    “ I can be fast or I can be slow.” He
lowered his voice, “I hope you want to explore both avenues.” He
watched in wicked delight as a slow flush spread across her cheeks.
God, her smile drove him crazy with need.
    “ Just dinner, remember?” Her finger
wagged at him like he was a child.
    She really needed to get out more.
    “ Yeah, I remember.” He hadn’t promised
her anything, but he promised himself he would touch her ass before
the night was through.

Chapter 4
     
    Feeling relaxed in Gabe’s presence,

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