An Angel on A Demon's Shoulder (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (Demon Brothers' Trilogy Book 3) Read Free

half-eaten piece of pizza and pulled the phone from her back pocket. A number flashed on the screen, and then a name appeared. Eric. The man she was currently dating. She’d decided that if she was going to dip her toes into the dating game, she needed to start somewhere safe. A stockbroker from Hoboken was about as safe as she could get, she ventured to guess. She caught Rachel’s eye. “I need to take this, please.”
    “Of course, my dear. Is it that handsome human you’ve been going out with?”
    Against her will, her eyes darted to Remington to see if he had any reaction to his mother’s question. Of course not. Why should he care? He was deep in conversation with his brother Roark.
    “Yes. Please excuse me.” She shifted her seat back as she slid her finger across the screen to accept the call. “Hello.”
    Remington’s body froze the moment his mother asked about Clementine’s call. It took all his restraint not to start interrogating his mother about her assistant. Since when had she started dating? And why the fuck should he mind? Yeah, he’d like to get under the curvy angel’s wings, but that was all. He wasn’t the settling down type. He might occasionally have thoughts of a wife and kids, but that was it. Thoughts. Something to occupy his mind in the long hours before dawn. Not something he really craved.
    Oh, yeah? His demon smirked at him.
    Clementine returned to the table and picked up her half-eaten pizza. He tried to get a read on her, but couldn’t. Had the call upset her? Delighted her? That thought had his hand tightening around the paper napkin he held. No one said anything. Didn’t ask any questions, and he certainly couldn’t.
    The conversation around him kept going. He heard his mother ask about Julie and Kayley, his brothers’ wives. His father wanted to know if Rafe had found a job yet. He smiled at that. He thought Rafe was slacking since he’d decided to stay at home until his daughter was born. An unborn daughter who was already exhibiting some extraordinary powers. Remington couldn’t blame him for wanting to stay close.
    No, he couldn’t blame him at all for wanting to stay close to the woman he loved.
    Everyone continued to eat for another ten minutes. Then, Ravjeer was on his feet giving orders. “Remington since you decided to freeload this morning, you can help unpack the rest of the truck.”
    He groused as was expected of him and gave his brothers a flinty look. “What, Rafe and Roark not man enough to unload a little truck like that? I’d be ashamed of myself if I were the two of you.”
    Clementine watched as Remington rose to his feet and walked outside to the moving van. On autopilot, she helped Rachel clean away the pizza boxes and used plates and napkins. Once they were done, the other woman handed Clementine the black trash bag. “Be a dear and put this in one of the cans outside, please.”
    “Okay.” Clementine agreed readily. The garbage cans were at the back of the house. Remington was out front.
    “Oh, and when you’re done, go help Remington. He’ll need to know where the boxes go.”
    “I-I.” Clementine swallowed her protest. There was no way for her to get out of helping the man. Rachel, after all, was her employer; she had to do what she was told. She walked slowly out the back door, putting away the garbage and making her way to the front of the house at an even slower pace. Maybe he was done. He was a demon, after all, supernatural speed and all. Surely, he’d want to get the job done as quickly as possible.
    “Sweet heavens above,” Clementina murmured as she turned the corner and saw Remington walk to the entrance of the large moving van. He’d taken off his dark t-shirt, and now his chest was bare, revealing a body that was wide and strong and a naturally dark tone. His abdomen was flat, the ridges running up and down it, begging for a woman’s mouth to lick every one of them. She raised her hand to her mouth to make sure she