Chapter 4 Teaser

“She’s something else isn’t she?” Seth smirked at Edward as he exited the bathroom after taking what had to be the world’s shortest shower.

Edward glared icily at the annoying angel person who was still dressed in his Chicago Cubs regalia and stomped toward his dresser to pull out his own pair of cargo shorts and t-shirt. Studiously ignoring the deep chuckle that rumbled from the unwelcome presence in the chair by the window, he marched back into the bathroom to get dressed.

“Damn nosy, know-it-all, pain in the ass seraph,” Edward muttered under his breath as he yanked on a clean pair of boxer briefs and then his khaki shorts and black t-shirt.

He wrenched the door open and stared at the being across the room. “Edward Anthony, you do realize I possess extraordinary hearing don’t you? And while I readily admit to knowing it all, I’m neither nosy nor a pain in the ass, as you so eloquently put it,” Seth said, quite amused at his young charge.

“Whatever,” Edward said in a voice that sounded much like a surly teenager being lectured by a parent.

“You want to tell me what’s bothering you? It is, after all, my job to help you navigate these types of situations,” the angel stated, tempering his amusement for the time being.

He sighed deeply, trying to articulate exactly what he was feeling. He was raw, the reality of the day hitting him like a tsunami. He walked toward the large windows that faced the backyard and realized with a start that he had only to take a moment…just one fucking moment at anytime …to look out of these windows and he would have been granted an insight into who his wife really was.

“I’m such a fucking idiot,” Edward said sadly and rested his forehead against the cool glass. He tried to keep the melancholy he was feeling from spilling out of him, but he was having a hell of a time doing it. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture he’d done thousands of times before whenever he was upset.

Seth snorted, the sound filling the large room and Edward turned and narrowed his eyes at the angel. “What, you want me to disagree with you?” Seth asked smugly. “Edward, you are not a stupid man. Of course you’re an idiot. You’ve lived the last twenty odd years with a chip on your shoulder the size of the moon, not to mention burying your head in the sand like the world’s most stubborn ostrich. Besides, I can’t lie to you so why even try?”

“It’s not fair,” he said pitifully and Seth couldn’t help but laugh, shaking the glass beneath Edward’s head.