Chapter 12
The horns blasted a short, hard note. Zeke tried to jerk up in the hammock, but the phenomenal weight of the angel on top of him kept Zeke from moving at all. The horn sounded again. A sleepy rumble meant Haziel had heard and when the shroud of his right wing lifted away from them, Zeke was greeted with the beautiful green eyes of his lover. Wow. He’d never get tired of that fact.
A low merp came from somewhere underneath their nest of a hammock. The hell was that? Zeke leaned his head and shoulders over the edge. Sitting in a prim, contained manner was the most ostentatious black tabby he’d ever seen. Cats were something of a mystery to Zeke. He loved them, all the colors and weirdness, but hadn’t had one in his home. This old fellow wore white goggles and a white belly with
