"Well well well," a familiar voice cut through our conversation, making me want to roll my eyes. "If it isn't the most eligible bachelor in the supernatural world."
Angel sauntered onto the porch, her outfit still looking more like underwear than actual clothes. The way she was trying to move her hips had Spade straight growling in disgust.
"Angel," I said flatly, not even trying to hide my annoyance. "Don't you got somewhere else to be?"
"Just wanted to see how you're doing," she purred, trying to lean against the railing in what she probably thought was a seductive pose. "Now that you're... available."
Lorenzo and Duriel exchanged looks that said they was ready to throw her off the porch if I gave the signal.
"I'm good," I said coldly. "And definitely not interested."
"Oh come on,"
