Fly on the Wall Sunday: Guarding Angel

I know I’m late today, but my computer is currently preoccupied–I am not the one using it. So I am borrowing my mother’s laptop but because of the difference in the programming it won’t open any of the files I need in Word. So I am redoing what I believe to be last week’s Fly on the Wall Sunday post.

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When one of her now deceased ex-husband’s legal cases come full circle to haunt her she’s going to have to trust him to keep her safe. But trust isn’t easy when the man guarding her is the very man who broke her heart in the first place.

Can she forgive him? Or will memories from the past complicate the present and cause both of their demise?


“You might be harboring some adolescent grudge toward me but I have a job to do here. I will do my job whether you like it or not,” he glared at her. “I will keep you alive. Stop being a child and woman up,” he snapped as he leaned in closer to her. She felt her anger rising. “Impulsive and apparently not smart enough to let things go. It’s been well over a decade, Angel; let it go. Maybe if you had done that you could have saved your marriage—”

She heard the hard smack against his face before she realized her hand had been the thing that caused it. Her hand cupped her mouth as she gasped and her eyes widened. She hadn’t meant to do that. She had never done that to anybody before. “I…oh my God. I didn’t mean to do that.” But was she sorry she had? No. She had wanted to do that the moment he broke her heart. That slap was seventeen years late. The anger in his eyes had her stomach boiling with fear. She didn’t know this man. She knew him when they were young and she was deeply in love with him, but a lot had changed for both of them over the years and she didn’t know him now.

“This will be the last time you hit me, Angel.” The ferocity in his voice told her the silent message behind his words. Do it again and she would be sorry—very sorry. Those were the words the look in his eyes screamed to her.

He pushed off the couch and stalked toward the front door. “I’m going to do my rounds. Be smart enough not to open the front door for any reason.”

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