“Name.”
“What?”
The angel smirked and shifted even closer. Harley gulped and tried to step back, but he couldn’t because the angel slipped one hand over his waist and prevented him from moving. He couldn’t escape, especially not when he was outweighed by approximately eighty pounds. At least that was his estimate based on the angel’s build. For all he knew, the angel might even be two hundred pounds heavier than he was.
“You have such beautiful green eyes, and your thick, black hair is so silky soft,” the angel said while running his other hand over Harley’s hair. “What’s your name?”
Harley gulped again as he glanced sideways for a second or two at the angel’s hand. “Green. Harley. I mean, Harley Green.”
“I’m Connor Bowman. You owe me one, Harley.”
“What?”
Connor stood upright and tightened his hold around Harley’s waist. “I would have captured that damn spirit if it wasn’t for your unnecessary meddling.”
Harley became pissed off again. “I told you—”