Watching the cat work, Angel tried to keep his mind off the topic that was he so focused on last night. Stupid fucking deer. He ignored all his texts. All left unread. Would is kill him to say anything? Wait... did he have his phone? God dammit!

"Always with the sweet talk, Husky." Angel took the mug from him taking a long sip. The warmth of the drink mixed with the pleasant burn of the whiskey, it really hit the spot. There was a beat before Angel placed the cup back on the counter. "You saying you don't want to cash in my I.O.U.? After I finished this coffee, I'd let you fuck me right here on this counter."