“Yeah. Maybe I will.” Cole tossed his cigarette into the night, turned and went back inside. He grabbed another beer and headed back to his room.
Angel was still sleeping.
He sat in the desk chair, drank the beer, and watched her. She had flipped some kind of switch in him. He could admit it to himself, if not to the others. Women had come and gone through his life. He’d taken what they’d offered and cut them loose when he was through. And yet, he thought, God help me, I can’t let this one go.
But she didn’t fit in his world, and he didn’t fit in hers. It would be like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. Didn’t matter how bad you wanted to make it work.
If this was only going to last a few days, he was going to make the best of them. He walked over, flipped his stereo on low, got undressed, and crawled into bed with her.