Of course it was Val. Who else could instantly tank his good mood? So why not tell Alastor the truth? The thought did cross his mind but it was immediately shot down by the little voices in his head. Alastor was hurt. If the deer knew the truth, would he try to do something stupid again?

In that moment, Angel made a slit second decision. Lie.

Slapping a grin back on his face, Angel stuff the phone back down the fluffy chasm of his chest. "Naw, just some creepy fan. Somehow they musta got my number."

Again his tits buzzed as he was suddenly bombarded with a series of texts one after the other and Angel furrowed his brows. This motherfucker... What the hell did he want? But the spider made to motion to pull the cellular device back out.