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quiet
or noisy? Would she eagerly participate or would he have to encourage her? “I
guess you can consider me a guardian angel of sorts.” He laughed. He never
would have thought a fallen would become a guardian.
    “An angel?
Like Michael or Gabriel?” Her voice held a touch of skepticism.
    “Hell
no. Not anything like them. I might have been close at one time, but since I
fell, I’m just trying to help out when I can.” William eased down to sit on the
bed.
    “Fell?
As in Lucifer and all that?”
    “Yes.
I’m one of those idiots who decided to rebel with Lucifer. All that got me was
banishment from Heaven and an eternity on earth.”
    “Right.”
    “Don’t
you believe in angels?”
    “I’m
not sure I believe in God, much less angels.”
    “It has
always amazed me that mortals question His existence. What you believe doesn’t
matter. He believes in you and that’s what counts.”
    He
didn’t give her time to react to the phrase “mortal. “ He reached out and
rubbed his thumb over her soft lips. Her tongue snuck out and tasted him.
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to hers and a soft gasp opened her lips
allowing his tongue entrance. He made sure not to touch her anywhere else. He
stroked her tongue again imitating the far more intimate act he longed to perform
with her. Several minutes later, he pulled away. Her eyes opened and she gazed
at him. Passion and a hint of disbelief hid in the brown pools.
    “This
will all be a lovely dream for you tomorrow.” He stood up and melted into the
shadows around her bed.

CHAPTER FOUR
    The
bouquet of two dozen roses arrived the next day. Abby didn’t even have to read
the card to know who sent them. When she refused them, the deliveryman looked
shocked. She was sure not many women refused that kind of overblown display.
She couldn’t risk accepting them because it would send the wrong message to
Thompson. She shut the door in the man’s face.
    As she
got ready for work, she thought about the vivid dream she had the night before.
She swore her lips were still tingling from William’s kiss. It had been a long
time since any guy had turned her on that much even in a dream. Abby wasn’t
happy that the first guy she was dreaming about in years gambled. She had made
it a point to listen to the gossip the last couple of days ever since her run
in with him. Burt was right when he has said William Bradford didn’t care what
she thought. An incredible poker player, he won far more tournaments than he
lost. The Nevada Gaming Commission had investigated him but couldn’t find any
proof that he was cheating. People whispered he had the devil’s luck with
cards.
    He
didn’t have a steady girlfriend even though several gorgeous women had been
seen with him. Tall, thin model types, she figured, without a brain among them.
Of course, he struck her as someone who appreciated beauty for beauty’s sake,
so maybe he didn’t need a smart date. He would never be interested in a small,
overly curvy redhead who couldn’t keep her mouth under control.
    She shook her head. Get him out
of your thoughts, girl, she reprimanded herself. He’s way out of your league.
But it never hurt to dream, a small voice whispered inside her heart.
    *
* * *
    Abby’s
good mood disappeared as Thompson took a seat at her table. Her temper was
rising. She didn’t acknowledge him because the man didn’t need any
encouragement from her. A tap on her shoulder turned her around. One of the
casino’s couriers handed her a note. Taking a moment, she unfolded it.
    “Please
join me for a drink at Burt’s bar after your shift.” It was signed William
Bradford. She felt a pair of eyes on her and she knew they weren’t Thompson’s
because she didn’t feel slimy. Looking over her shoulder, she saw William
standing across the room. Without thinking, she nodded and turned back to deal
the first hand. When she had a chance to look again, he was gone.
    The
next time she checked her watch, her shift was