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

key wasn’t such a good idea. Things were different in the human realm. Not everyone was trustworthy. She saw the brothers arguing as she pulled away and wondered what Remington was telling his brother.
    That he’d given the curvy angel a lesson in kissing. That he’d given her a pity kiss?
    “Well damn.” Remington watched as Clementine pulled away from the curb in his mother’s car. What the fuck had he just done?
    Rafe stepped inside the van giving Remington a look only an older brother could give. “Care to explain why you had Clementine locked in the van?”
    “No.” He turned away from the sight of his mother’s car disappearing down the street, a twinge of worry washing over him. Did Clementine even know how to drive? Well, apparently, his demon laughed, seeing how she pulled out, hell bent for leather.
    “Shut the fuck up,” he cursed, grabbing two boxes, needing the pull on his muscles to ease the ache between his legs. He turned back to the door only to have Rafe bar his way.
    “Shut the fuck up?” While Roark always played the older brother card, Rafe rarely did.
    “I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to my demon.” Rafe would know what he meant. He was trying to quell that something inside that rose up, almost became a separate part of him at times. Not unlike a shifter who harbored an animal spirit inside, demons had something a little extra inside them as well. A piece of evil? Certainly a piece of ‘bad.’
    It was up to the other parts of him to keep it inside, controlled. A demon could choose either side—good or evil. With angel DNA making up the other half of his soul, it was pretty much a given he would be ‘good.’
    Did Clementine see him that way?
    “What gives bro, you got the hots for mother’s assistant?”
    “No.” he immediately denied.
    “No one would care, you know.”
    “Really? Like they didn’t care when you put the moves on her first assistant?” Rachel Conroy had decided to go back to work when Remington had started school. The women she had hired had been the stuff of a teenage boy’s fantasies. Built like a brick outhouse, she’d worked the pre-pubescent Rafe’s hormones into a frenzy. A woman, who according to Rafe, had returned his favor before their father had put the cabash as on the ill-fated affair. Their mother had delayed entering the workforce for another couple of years.
    “Don’t go looking for excuses, Remington. If you like the woman—”
    “Get out of my way.” Remington moved forward, and Rafe took a step to the side.
    “You deserve happiness, Rem, same as Roark and me.”
    “No, I’m not the same as you and Roark.”
    Rafe picked up a box and followed Remington. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
    Remington turned around. “Look, I’m not like you and Roark.  My job has never been the same as yours. It’s affected me.”
    He didn’t know how to explain away the darkness that sometimes tried to override his sense of right and wrong. He wanted to explain it away by the amount of time he spent with his bounties. But he knew the truth. There was something different about him.
    “Don’t give me that bullshit.”
    “It’s not bullshit.”
    “Yes, it is.”
    “Let it go, bro. Let it go.”
    Rafe cursed but let the subject drop.

CHAPTER TWO
     
     
    “CLEMENTINE? WHERE DID you go, darling?”
    Clementine jerked her head up, seeing the concerned face of her employer. They had spent the morning going over Rachel’s appointments for the rest of the month. Rachel was an angel extraordinaire in Clementine’s opinion. She helped supernaturals in all walks of life with all sorts of problems, mainly focusing on the family unit.
    “Oh, sorry. I guess I zoned out there for a moment.” It had been two weeks since she’d helped Rachel move into her new house in the human real. Two weeks since she’d shared that searing kiss with Remington.
    Two weeks and she still didn’t know what that had happened.
    Two weeks of hoping if