Enticing An Angel by Leo Charles Taylor Page A

Jessica's mother had
stolen Joshua's identity; with Jessica's help by the way. He still
has bad credit. It's been nearly two years since he left her, and
he now only dates women for sex. Other than that, he won't deal
with them. Oh, and by the way, what I just told you is the P.G.
version. It's actually worse, but at least the judge accepted the
paternity test. Boy that was a nightmare," he shook his head slowly
and sighed as he thought about his brothers failed marriage.
    "I wouldn't be surprised if he turned gay;
and who would blame him," Melanie said calmly.
    Michael nodded his head. He took a sip of his
tea and thought about the tale he had just told. He looked over to
Melanie who was thoughtful in her own right.
    "Melanie, you don't have to go. Joshua is a
great guy. He's a stand-up kind of man. That's why he did his duty,
or at least what he thought was his duty, when Jessica lied about
being pregnant. He would certainly behave himself around you, but
you don't need to worry. The whole thing was just a thought."
    Michael took another sip of his tea and
headed back to his laptop. Melanie contemplated on the story she
had just heard.
    Huh, maybe my life isn't the only messed
up one in this relationship , she thought.
    "What time is it on Saturday?" she asked.
    Michael turned to her and watched her
carefully.
    "You don't have to go," he repeated
seriously.
    "Do you want me there?" she asked, a small
smile gracing her face.
    "Of course," he replied.
    "All right, I suppose I can make an effort,"
she smiled.

Chapter 7
     
     
     
    Melanie was impressed as Michael turned his
car into the housing development. They were in a suburb of Seattle,
and from here, the sounds of the city were non-existent. What did
exist, were a lot of evergreens and shrubbery, as well as fine
looking homes.
    "I thought you said you weren't rich?" she
asked him.
    "I'm not. I'm just a middle class kind of
guy. Why do you ask?"
    "These are nice houses," she replied.
    "Oh, well my dad had a plumbing business, and
it did pretty well. He sold it off before he died, and before that,
he was able to buy a nice house. But it's not as if it's a mansion.
It's just a nice house."
    "Uh, huh," she said, "Well it's nicer than my
loft."
    "My car's nicer than your loft," Michael
said.
    Melanie gave him an evil eye. After that, she
turned her head back to the complex. As an artist, the first thing
she noticed was the lack of power poles, or any utilities for that
matter; they must have been buried in order to hide them from
view.
    The houses themselves were moderate size,
tile roofed, with red brickwork on the front. Manicured yards
graced each home and she was pleased to see several variations of
small trees and shrubbery. While it was all one development, each
house was unique and had a welcoming feel. It was certainly nicer
than Melanie was accustomed to, but she shrugged it off. Michael
was right, they weren't mansions, but the homes were pleasing.
    The couple soon turned into a driveway near
the end of the street; this home was much like the others—light
brown vertical siding, large arched windows, and red brick columns
for accents. The house itself sat away from the road at least half
a block and was back dropped by several evergreens that towered
over the roofline. Melanie nodded her head and approved of the
scene. She thought it might make a nice wet on wet painting.
    The car was parked and Michael made ready to
get out. Melanie was nervous; Michael was oblivious. She took a
deep breath and exited the car.
    Oh, well, she thought, might as
well be myself.
    Michael led them through an open garage door
and Melanie noted the late model Toyota Camry. She nodded her head
in approval. It was not a flashy car, but it was clean and spoke to
some aspect of its owner's personality. She figured it was
Michael's mom; why else would it be parked in her garage.
    Entering the house deposited them directly
into the spacious kitchen with hardwood floors, oak cabinetry, and
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