Page 35 of Monster Mania

Ghost leaned against the wall. “Because of last night?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

Hammer smiled. “Good weird or bad weird?”

“I'm not answering that,” she said.

“Good weird,” Ghost decided.

“Shut up,” she grumbled.

Hammer dropped her duffel beside the dresser. “You can put your stuff in there.”

Angel stared at him. “What?”

“The dresser. You can put your stuff in there,” he repeated.

“I heard you the first time,” she said.

“Then why'd you ask?” he questioned.

“Because I'm not moving in,” Angel insisted. Ghost exchanged a look with Hammer. Nobody said she was moving in with them, except that Hammer had just given her a dresser. That was practically a fucking proposal coming from him.

“It's temporary,” Hammer said.

“Exactly.” Angel opened the duffel and started pulling things out, then stopped. She looked at the dresser and then back at Hammer and Ghost. “I'm keeping everything in the bag.”

“Fine,” Hammer said.

“Fine,” Ghost echoed.

She narrowed her eyes. “Why do I feel like neither of you means that?”

Ghost shrugged. “Maybe you have trust issues?” he questioned. That earned him another smile. Ghost liked making her smile. He liked it too damn much.

His phone buzzed, and Mouse’s number popped up on the screen. The humor vanished instantly as he read the text message.

Call me when you are alone.

He frowned, and Hammer noticed. “Who is it from?” he asked.

“Mouse,” Ghost said. Angel stiffened. She seemed to remember that name. Ghost headed for the door before she could stop him.

“Where are you going?” Hammer asked.

“To call him,” Ghost said.

“Call him from here,” Angel said.

Ghost stopped in the doorway. “He said to call him when I’m alone.”

“Then tell him no,” she insisted.

“Angel,” Ghost said.

“If he's talking about me, I want to hear what he has to say,” she spat.

Hammer nodded. “She's right.”