Max glanced at the clock next to the bed. It was almost two in the morning, and his mind was still spinning with everything that he had seen and heard. He turned his head and wrapped his arm around Angela when she sighed and curled up against him—laying her head on his shoulder.
“Calm the voices, Max. You can work on it again tomorrow,” she sleepily advised.
A silent chuckle shook his body. “You know me too well,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“What did Tonya tell you, Max?” Angela suddenly asked.
“That everything would be alright, she’s got this,” he murmured, staring up at the ceiling.
“She’s falling in love with him,” Angela murmured.
“Yeah, I know,” he replied.
That was what Tonya had really meant. His throat tightened at the thought of losing her. It was one thi
