Indelible by Jove Belle Page A

on the edge of her plate. This was an important conversation. She didn’t want to be distracted by food. “Me, too.”
    “You may change your mind.” Angie smiled, but still managed to look sad.
    Luna shifted closer and debated taking Angie’s hand. She didn’t. “Let’s find out.”
    “I don’t know what it is about you. You’re not my type.”
    “What is your type?” The answer mattered to Luna.
    Angie fingered the edge of her napkin. “It’s been a long time since I’ve thought about that.” She spoke quietly, hesitantly. “I want a woman who loves completely, thoroughly, and forever. I want to fall asleep and wake up in her arms. I want a woman who will dance in the backyard without any music, climb under the sink to fix the drain, and sit in the bleachers and cheer for Oliver whether he hits a home run or strikes out. I want a woman who isn’t afraid to giggle during sex, who makes me feel…everything.” Angie took a sip of wine. “And I want that woman to let me give her all those things in return.”
    The air around them was heavy and hot. Luna loosed the cuffs and rolled up her sleeves. She wanted to take off her top shirt completely, let some cool air reach her skin. “That’s what you want?”
    Angie met her gaze and nodded. “Yes.”
    “Then I’m exactly your type.”
    “Mmm.” Angie returned her focus to her lasagna without further comment.
    When they finished the meal, Luna wanted to ask Angie to stay. She wanted to ease that flowing skirt up around her waist and explore for hours. Instead she led her to the door. “Let me walk you home.”
    “Don’t be silly. I’ll be fine.”
    Luna started to protest. She wanted to extend her time with Angie even if it was just for the brief walk. Before she could fully form her argument, Angie stepped into Luna’s personal space and palmed Luna’s cheek. “Tonight was wonderful.” She kissed Luna gently, and Luna became lost in the glide of Angie’s lips against hers.
    “When can I see you again?” Luna asked, her face inches from Angie’s, breathing her in.
    “Soon.”
    Luna kissed her again, letting herself go a little longer. She pulled Angie tight against her, amazed at the perfect fit of their bodies. “Tomorrow?”
    “I can’t, I have work.” Angie spoke with their mouths still joined.
    “Before work?”
    “I’ll try.” Angie pulled herself away, and Luna focused on calming her breathing.
    Luna kissed Angie one last time before she slipped out the door. She needed to be patient. “Try hard.”
    She watched Angie until she was out of sight, certain that soon wouldn’t be soon enough.

Chapter Seven

    Wednesday, August 19

    The Cadillac was uncharacteristically busy for a Wednesday night, and Angie ran to keep up with her diners’ demands. The service might be irreverent, but that didn’t mean they were sloppy or inattentive. An empty water glass was the kiss of death for a tip. God knew Angie needed her tips.
    “Angie, want to split the twelve-top with me?” Tori spun through the kitchen door with an arm full of empty plates and quickly entered three orders into the computer system.
    “Absolutely.” Angie handed Tori a tray loaded with food, slid another onto her shoulder, and led the way back onto the floor.
    Tori dodged a rambunctious businessman who had knotted his tie around his head like a bandana. “You still haven’t told me about your date.”
    Technically, Angie hadn’t had time to talk to Tori. Tuesday Tori had spent the day in Seattle with her mom, and tonight hadn’t been conducive to conversation.
    Angie offered the condensed version. “It was nice.”
    “Nice? Nice ain’t gonna cut it.”
    They arrived at Angie’s table, so all Tori got in response was Angie’s silent brow raise. They served the diners, refilled glasses and bread bowls, made a few inappropriate comments, and were off to Tori’s new table of twelve.
    Angie picked up the conversation on the way. “Okay, it was really