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Excellent!
“We can do brunch in the morning then hit West Elm,” I planned.
“Whatever,” he muttered.
So, not totally down with shopping, though maybe totally down with doing whatever so he could be with me.
I’d take it.
Oh yes.
I’d so totally take it.
Absolutely.
SIXTEEN
“THEREFORE I AM”
(BILLIE EILISH)
When Javi drove us up to the storage units, I saw Cap’s Porsche Panamera was there, Gabe’s Jeep was there, and Luna’s Prius was there.
Cap and Gabe were leaning against Gabe’s Jeep, but none of the women were visible, which I read as them being behind the closed door to the unit that was Angels Headquarters.
I also read this as Raye being pissed at Cap for horning in on our investigation action.
Javi stopped his truck, and we both got out.
After he dropped a kiss on my lips, he moved toward Cap and Gabe, I moved to the door.
I hefted it up and the awesomeness of our Headquarters confronted me.
Thick, white carpeting. A curved red couch with black piping, which faced a big black desk that had an old-fashioned speaker in the center of it. Panels over the cinderblock walls covered in swirly red, orange, pink and black on a white background. On these were portraits of all the Angels done in Warhol style. Behind the desk, a large screen. And a recent edition, a beverage fridge stocked with waters and sodas (Arthur, we’d found, liked to surprise us with fun, new goodies).
There was more, and obviously the rest of it was as awesome as described.
And yes, I know what you’re thinking.
A kick-butt headquarters in a storage unit in Phoenix? Wasn’t it two hundred degrees in there?
No.
Arthur didn’t scrimp.
He never scrimped.
So even the units that just held the cars were temperature controlled.
I heard Javi whistle low, and I turned to him.
“And I thought NI&S had it going on,” he remarked.
I shot him a sunny smile.
Luna glared at him and tugged down the door so its edge hit the cement with a crash.
I heard Javi’s roar of laughter through the steel door.