Brooke Blaine

“That was better, but I still think we’re missing something. You’re getting the frustration across like you want, but your voice is too smooth, my man. What do you do, drink hot tea and lemon every night?”

I snorted. “Nah. I get what you’re saying, though. I want some gravel to it. Some grit. My voice just isn’t cooperating.”

“That was the cheesiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard you say.” Killian was shaking his head in mock disgust. “You two gonna make out right here? Maybe go get a room.”

The angel had said he wanted a date, and wasn’t this what people did on dates? Asked about exes?