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aware that he was in nothing but a towel. Which was ridiculous
because angels weren t typically that freaked out by nudity. It was
their natural state after all.
Michel snatched his hand back, and just like that the tension
broke. Michael s angel cleared his throat uncomfortably.  Sorry. I
guess he s affecting me more than I realize. I ll, uh, I ll see you
downstairs.
 Sure, Bren replied automatically as Michel turned away. Today
couldn t get any stranger. And it had just started.
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Chapter Seven
Madigan began washing dishes as soon as all the angels had
finished eating. He d put aluminum foil over Bren s pancakes and
stuck them in the microwave to keep until he made his way
downstairs. He d heard the shower shut off upstairs, but it would still
probably be a while if he was anything like Madigan.
He was still in disbelief over the fact that he was going to be
playing house with a bunch of angels until one of them figured out
how to give him proper protection. He rinsed another white plate and
set it in the drainer to dry.
 Need some help? Cross asked as he sidled up beside Madigan at
the sink. Madigan gave the angel a smile.
 Sure, he answered. He reached in a drawer and extricated a
towel and threw it at him.  I ll rinse. You dry and put away. Okay?
He still didn t understand how his mother didn t have a dishwasher. It
was the oddest thing considering how much and how often she
cooked.
He watched Cross out of the corner of his eye as he continued the
tedious work of dishwashing. The angel expertly toweled off the
utensils, cups, and plates before quickly finding where they went and
tucked them away.
 So how do angels learn how to do dishes? Madigan asked
before he could help himself.
Cross smiled softly at him and took the plate out of his hands.
 The same way humans do I suppose. We re taught.
 Do they have a special school that they teach angels who come to
earth how to act or whatever?
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The angel laughed. The sound was good. Deeply masculine. It
sounded like something Madigan would love to listen to while laying
horizontal in bed late at night. An image of Bren popped into his
mind. Yeah, maybe he could be there, too. Madigan shook his head to
clear it. Since when had he turned into such a slut? Jeez. He thought
about his dream. Okay. Angelic puberty. That was what he was
blaming everything on from here on out.
 Are you blushing, Madigan? Cross teased, bumping his hip.
That only made him blush harder. He couldn t drag his mind out of
the gutter around these guys. All of them were beautiful, strong, the
epitome of what was sure to get him panting like a cat in heat in no
time flat.
 Just dry your dishes, mister, Madigan commanded, waving a
fork in his direction. The angel continued chuckling.
Once they were finished and Madigan dried off his hands, he
turned to the angel.  You guys want to watch a movie or something?
His mom had DIRECTV so it wasn t like there weren t fifty million
channels for them to surf. He could even order a pay-per-view movie
if they found something that they liked.
 So long as we stay within the house, we can do whatever you
wish, Cross said agreeably. He was awfully accommodating. It was
kind of nice. Most of his old boyfriends in college had been super
masculine but bossy as hell. It was the type he most often attracted.
Though Cross had his moments, for the most part he was very
thoughtful from what Madigan had seen.
Cross whistled, and the other angels all came into the kitchen. It
was a lot of muscle to be housed in one kitchen. Madigan resisted the
urge to purr.
 How does a movie sound to you all? Madigan has suggested it to
be a good way to occupy ourselves for a couple of hours. Cross
sounded really authoritative, like he dared anyone to argue with him
over the matter.
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 Can I get something to eat first, your royal red ass? Bren
quipped. His hair was still damp from the shower, and his clothes
stuck to his back where it was still damp. Madigan smiled at his
grumpy tone. It was starting to grow on him. The dark-haired angel s
gaze locked onto Madigan.  Hi, bright eyes. The greeting was almost
shy.
 Hi, Bren. Madigan sidestepped Cross and opened the
microwave to pull out the plate of pancakes he d saved.  Here s some
breakfast. It should still be warm. They re blueberry pancakes. You
like?
Bren nodded and took the plate, a small smile playing on his lips.
 Sure. Thanks, bright eyes.
 Dex makes good pancakes, Madigan said brightly.  Do you
need syrup?
 Thanks, Bren offered. He glanced at Dex.  You cook?
Gabriel s angel gave a curt nod.  When I have to.
 He s good, Madigan protested.  Don t let him fool you.
 Please, Madigan. I am mediocre at best, Dex grumbled.
 No way! I saw all the extra stuff you put into the bowl. I know a
cook when I see one. Madigan grabbed a hold of one of Dex s hands
and squeezed. He could tell that the angel was embarrassed, but he
didn t understand why.  You better watch out. I might use you as a
kitchen hand once I can get back to work. I ll need it since Mom will
be gone.
Dex looked down, and their eyes met. Madigan didn t understand
how he ever thought Dex was so damn frightening. Warmth filled his
eyes to the brim.  Whatever you need me to be, Madigan. I will be. It
is the duty of a guardian.
Awareness sizzled between them. Madigan shook his head and
took a step back. He was not throwing himself at yet another of his
guardian angels this morning. Man, his libido was on overdrive.
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 How about that movie, guys? Madigan asked a little
uncomfortably. He turned, trusting the others would follow, and
practically ran from the room.
* * * *
This was not the movie to watch with a bunch of angels. He really
should ve thought before he selected it on Syfy. Constantine was one
of his favorite movies, but he felt like it was probably going to hit a
few nerves with the group of angels. He was sitting on one of the old
couches in the living room that faced the TV in between Dex and
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