Angela stared at the sheet covered body lying on the table in the middle of the embalming room. She knew who was under the sheet, knew as soon as she removed it, she'd have to face her fears and face them alone. Skeeter had offered to do the job for her, but she'd insisted on doing it herself. Kip had been her friend. They'd joked around on more than one occasion, talked about superheroes. His favorite superhero was Captain America which was why he decided to enlist in the army in the first place. Little tidbits of information like that made what she was about to do even harder.

Slowly, she moved back the sheet, uncovering his face. Her heart dropped in her chest; Half-Sack could've easily been sleeping. There were no wounds on his face like Donna had had, nothing to tell her the man on the table was dead. Swallowing at the lump in her throat, she pulled the sheet all the way off, revealing the y-incision from the autopsy and the large stab wound in the middle of his abdomen. "Shit, Sack," she murmured, reaching out a gloved hand to touch the gash.

She heard the door open, expecting to see Juice but instead finding Happy. Her eyebrows rose; he'd never stopped in to see her before. "You all right?" he asked.

Angela nodded slowly. "You here to check on me?"

He shrugged a shoulder. "Someone's gotta stay with Sack."

"The whole time?" she questioned. She knew it was a ritual for many organizations to always have a member stay with a fallen brother. It was one she usually associated with policemen though, which was why she was shocked the Sons also followed that rule.

"Yeah," he said on a nod, taking a seat on a stool in the corner of the room. The same seat Juice usually occupied when he watched her work.

"You can wait outside, you know? What I do is weird...."

Happy smirked at her and shook his head. "I'm good." He'd never seen his cousin work, though he'd seen the outcome enough times to know she was good at what she did and was curious to see what exactly it was she did.

He watched her take in a deep breath before pressing play on her music, just one headphone bud in her ear. He assumed she left the other one out so she could hear him if need be. Her music was loud and leaked out of her headphones. It was the same kind of music she always listened to growing up: classic rock. He couldn't count how many times she'd stolen his Led Zeppelin tape when she was younger and he'd catch her sitting on the floor, fixing the tape with a pencil because she'd broken it rewinding "Stairway to Heaven" one too many times.

Juice had tried his hardest to be the one to sit in on the whole process, but Hap knew better than to let him. It was one thing to see a member's Old Lady get prepared; it was quite another to see a fallen brother like this. Happy was sure it'd be a lot harder on Juice than it'd ever be on him. Of course, he didn't tell him that. He and Tig had put him hard to work on finding Abel, telling him that taking a break to watch Half-Sack get prepared was a waste of time.

Happy tilted his head against the wall, closing his eyes and just listening to the music from Angela's headset as he rested. They'd had a long day the day before, and he was exhausted. He'd only been sleeping for a few minutes when her sniffling woke him up. He opened one eye to make sure she was okay.

Angela was clutching the side of the table, head down as she tried to hold back her tears. He waited to see if she'd keep it together without his help. A soft sob escaped her lips and he was up in seconds. " 'ey," he said, moving her away from the table. He pulled her into his chest, allowing her to cry for a brief moment before he pushed her away, placing a hand on both her shoulders and dipping his head so it was level with hers. " 'ey, you gotta keep it together kid."

"I know," Angela said on a breath, her eyes focused on his big black boots instead of his face. "It's just...he's so young, Hap. And now..."

"I know, kid, I know." This was another reason he didn't want Juice to be there during the embalming. Angela needed to breakdown, needed this release, and he knew she wouldn't do it in front of Juice. Even if she did, Juice-idiot that he was- wouldn't be able to handle it.

She met his stare, her dark eyes filled with worry as tears slid down her cheeks. "Hap, what if it'd been you?" she asked softly before looking back down at her feet. "You or..."

"Stop," he interrupted, shaking her gently to snap her out of it. "It wasn't me and it wasn't that idiot. It was the Prospect and he was tryin' to save Abel. Kid knew what he was doin'. He signed up for this shit, kid. We all did."

Angela swallowed hard as she nodded, her eyes glancing at his chest, thinking about the words he had tattooed over his collar bone. "I live, I die, I kill, for my family," she whispered.

"That's what he did," he said, catching her chin in his hand and forcing her to look at him. "And I ain't plannin' on leavin' you anytime soon. All right?"

"Okay," she agreed softly.

He let her chin go, wiping away her tears with the back of his hand since he knew she couldn't do it with her gloves on. "You done?"

Angela nodded. "Yeah."

"Good." He leaned forward and dropped a kiss to the crown of her head. "Finish him up."

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Juice walked into Angela's apartment of the funeral home, surprised to find Happy sitting on the couch with Angela's head resting against his thigh. Happy had his arms stretched out over the back of the couch, a beer dangling from one hand. His eyes were focused on the TV, though it was muted, while Angela talked to him. She had a half eaten bowl of popcorn on her stomach from which Happy was periodically taking a handful and shoving it into his mouth. She was throwing up individual kernels and catching them easily in her mouth.

It was as though he'd stepped in on a private moment between two family members. A father and a daughter or a brother and a sister, Juice couldn't decide which. Yet it somehow still fit their personalities. They were by no extremes cuddling or being affectionate with each other like some family members could be, yet the way she was leaning her head against his thigh showed they meant more to each other than they let on. Hap wouldn't let just any girl lean against him like that, nor would he ever deign to mute the TV to listen to them and he knew Angela didn't talk to most people as freely as she did when she was talking to Hap. There was nothing guarded about her, all her walls were down, and she looked almost childlike as she stared up at Happy, awaiting his answer.

Juice closed the door behind him, catching both of their attention. Angela slowly sat up, handing the bowl off to Happy before standing. "Hey you," she greeted, standing awkwardly by the couch. She wanted to run up to him, hug him and kiss him, but she knew her cousin wouldn't be a big fan of that.

"Any news?" Happy asked, not moving an inch. In fact, the awkwardness between them amused him a little. It was nice to know they respected his presence.

Juice nodded. "Got a lead from LaRoy. He's lookin' into it."

Happy stood with a grunt. "Good," he said, wrapping Angela in a one armed hug and kissing her temple. "See ya, kid."

"Bye Hap," she murmured, kissing his cheek.

He nodded towards Juice. "Take care a her," he muttered to his brother.

Juice sighed as he nodded. "Always," he answered on a breath. Satisfied with his answer, Happy disappeared out the door leaving Juice standing there staring at Angela. Her dark eyes were sad as they looked him over, their emotion no doubt matching his own. "Tough day?" he asked.

She nodded, sitting down on the couch arm with a sigh. He lay down on the couch, waiting for her to stretch out beside him. She did just as he expected, laying her head against his chest just above his heart. His heartbeat was slowly and steady, the sound of it relaxed her. "I had to prepare Kip," she replied softly as his long fingers pulled out her hair tie and worked through her braided hair, unweaving it generally.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, dropping a kiss to her hair. "I wanted to be there but..."

"You had to look for Abel," she answered. "It's okay. I'm glad you weren't there. It was really hard."

Juice wondered why she held so much back from him. He'd cried like a baby in front of her, yet she'd only allowed herself to shed just a few tears. Even now that they were just lying there together, he could hear the tears she was holding back in the rawness of her voice. "I can only imagine," he murmured. "He still down there?"

"Yeah."

"Can I see him?"

"I don't think that's a good idea, Juice," she answered honestly.

His fingers trailed down her back, his warm touch making her shiver in the cold room. "Please, Angel?"

It surprised her how hard it was to say no to him. He could have asked her to jump off a bridge, and she'd strongly consider doing it. "Okay," she agreed, pushing herself off of him and extending her hand to him. His hands slipped into hers as he stood and together they headed down to the main floor of the funeral home.

Angela brought him first to the coffin room where a large black-wood coffin sat, decorated with the words "SAMCRO" and the Reaper on the lid. "I had it specially ordered," she said, watching as Juice ran his hand over the smooth wood. "Hap put the Reaper decal on."

"It beautiful," Juice whispered reverently. He lifted the lid to find the inside covered in black velvet and royal blue silk. She nodded in silent agreement, her eyes glancing towards her work room. He turned, his gaze following hers. He walked to it, his hand hovering above the doorknob as he hesitated.

"Juice," she said, laying her palm just over the face of the Reaper on the back of his cut. "You don't have to do this."

He nodded, turning the handle. "Yeah, I do." He needed to say goodbye to his friend in the privacy of the workroom, not at the wake with all his brothers watching.

Angela held her breath as she watched him walk in. She hung back by the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb and watching as he made a wide circle around the table in the center of the room. She'd covered Kip up with the sheet again and wondered if Juice would remove it.

"Can I?" he asked, gesturing to the sheet. Angela nodded once. Taking in a deep breath, he pulled back the sheet. He didn't know what he was expecting to find there. It was just Half-Sack looking as though he'd fallen asleep in his army uniform. He glanced at Angela, wondering if she'd noticed the reason for the Prospect's nickname since she had been the one to dress him. He assumed she had, not much got past her when she was embalming someone. He ran a hand over his face and looked at her. "Shit, Ang. Good job. He looks...alive."

"Don't go there, Juice," she reminded him, not moving an inch from her place by the door. She had already finished grieving, or so she thought. Watching Juice's eyes brimming with tears as he studied his friend made all those feelings come rushing back and she was fighting hard against letting them show.

He swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah," he breathed, rubbing at his chin as he thought about the man lying on the table. Angela's breath caught in her throat as she watched him reach out a hand to ruffle Kip's hair lovingly. "Bye Sack," he said, his voice rough with grief. "Love you, man."

Turning to Angela, he found her staring at the ground, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her quiet sniffling tugged at his heart strings. He pulled the sheet over Half-Sack's face and made his way over to her, enveloping her into his arms. "It's okay," he whispered for lack of a better thing to say. "It's okay, baby."

"I'm sorry," she murmured, turning and trying to walk away from him. Ashamed of herself for having let someone else see her tears.

He grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to him and wrapping his arms around her again. "Don't be, Angel. C'mon," he fumbled for words. He squeezed her tightly before kissing her temple, regretting ever having asked her to see him. He realized now the reason she hadn't wanted him to go down there was because she couldn't handle seeing Half-Sack again. She'd explained to him once that she grieved during an embalming and she left whatever sadness she felt behind in her workroom. And he, idiot that he was, had asked her to go back in there, re-opening a wound that had just barely scabbed over. "It's all right. It's just me, Angel. I got you."

She leaned into him and let herself cry. It was different than when she cried with Happy. Juice didn't try to stop her, didn't tell her to keep it together or ask if she was done. He just held her in silence, one hand gently raking through her hair. She tilted her head back to look up at him. He gave her a small smile, gently wiping her tears away with his thumbs. "You don't have to hold back, Angel. I don't give a shit if you cry," he stated, earning himself a slight smile from her. "Hap teach you not to cry?"

Angela shrugged a shoulder. "Not exactly. He taught me that tears are a sign of weakness and to only cry alone or in front of people I really trust. People who know who I am and won't judge me for them."

Juice nodded, leaning forward to catch her lips in a sweet kiss. "Tears aren't going to change how I see you, Angel," he promised her, trailing a ringed finger down the side of her face. "I promise. You don't have to hide from me."

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Angela groaned as she heard her phone ring early the next morning. After what had happened at the funeral home, they both decided it'd be best to stay at his place instead of in the apartment just above where Sack lay dead. Gently untangling herself from Juice's arms, she managed to sit up and reach over him to grab it. "Angela Ruiz," she answered around a yawn.

"Hey Ang," Skeeter's voice replied. "Need you to come over here and help me set up."

"Mmkay," she murmured.

Skeeter chuckled at the sleepiness in her tone. "Sleep a few more minutes, sweetheart. We got time. Just wanted to remind you."

Angela smiled at the suggestion, but Juice's phone had just begun to ring which meant there wasn't going to be much more sleeping going on. "Thanks, Skeet."

"Yeah. See you soon."

She hung up the phone and turned to see Juice was still sleeping despite his phone ringing like crazy. "Typical," she muttered to herself. She tried to shake him awake, though she knew it wasn't going to help. Leaning over, she pressed her lips to his. "C'mon, Sleeping Beauty. Wake up."

His eyes opened slowly, and he gave her a sleepy smile. "You're the best alarm clock ever, Angel. You know that?"

Angela laughed, shaking her head at him. His phone stopped ringing for about a minute before blaring again. "Your phone is the worst," she said decidedly, glaring at the little silver phone on the dresser. "You need a better ringtone."

He chuckled and reached out a hand for it, putting it to his ear and half listening while his eyes following her as she got out of bed, naked save for her black boyshort panties with lace trim. The bag of clothes he'd packed for her was still lying on the floor. She rifled through it before picking out a cut-off Van Halen t-shirt. She wondered how he managed to find her most revealing outfits and pack them all.

Once dressed in the midriff baring top and her ripped jeans, she leaned over the bed and to give him a quick kiss before sauntering towards the kitchen. She opened the fridge, smiling when she saw he had bought eggs and milk, an improvement from the cereal filled cabinets he'd had before. She was shocked to find bacon in the meat drawer, though the fact that he'd put it in the correct drawer wasn't surprising; Juice's OCD had him organizing everything. She found two pans and got to work on a simple breakfast.

Juice swung his legs out of bed, getting to his feet with a groan. His stomach gurgled as the smell of bacon hit his nose. He grinned, padding his way to the kitchen barefoot in just his boxers. She was standing at the oven, humming to herself and shaking her ass as she cooked. "Smells good, baby," he said, brushing her hair off her shoulder before starting to trail kisses down her neck.

She leaned back into him, tilting her neck to the side to allow him better access. "Mmm," she hummed, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of his lips on her skin. His arm curled around her waist, one hand splayed against the skin of her stomach, fingers skimming over her koi fish tattoo. His other hand reached out and grabbed a piece of bacon. He crunched it between his teeth right in her ear making her cringe. "Rude!" she exclaimed, elbowing him lightly so he'd get off of her.

He chuckled taking a step away from her and leaning against the counter next to her. He knew she wasn't overly fond of the sound of chewing, especially when it was in her ear. "Sorry," he said, taking another piece of bacon and watching her plate the breakfast.

Quickly, as if remembering something, he pushed himself away from the counter, going over to the other side and pulling a few different things out of the cabinets. She watched the muscles in his back move underneath his caramel skin as his arms moved around. He had two faint scars from the shanking that marred his otherwise flawless skin. Reaching out a hand, she gently trailed her fingers over them. "What are you doing, Juice?"

"I forgot I got this for you. It's got all these little things so you can make whatever kind you want. I stocked up on the hazelnut and vanilla ones 'cause I know you like those," he rambled, gesturing to a brand new coffee maker sitting on the counter and the little cup packages beside it. She was completely silent in response, her eyes wide, hand pressed to her heart. "You don't like it?

She blinked trying to formulate thoughts over the fast beating of her heart. She was truly touched by the sentiment of the gift. Coffee was what got her through the day, and since he was more into energy drinks than coffee, Juice didn't have a coffeemaker. She'd never complained about it, just left a little earlier to pick up a cup on her way to work when she spent the night at his place. Apparently, he'd noticed and decided to buy her one to make her happy. "I love it, Juice. Thank you," she replied, giving him a big smile as she took his face in her hands and pressed one long, hot kiss to his lips.

He responded in kind, his tongue slipping into her mouth as he pressed her against the counter. She raked her fingernails over the smooth skin of his back, letting out a gasp as he leaned down to grab her behind the knees and lift her onto the counter. "Breakfast is going to get cold," she breathed as his lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking as they went.

"Don't care," he murmured, his hands sliding down her sides and slipping under the waist of her jeans. Her phone blared, the funeral march filling the air. "Ignore it," he instructed, tugging at the button on her jeans.

"I can't. I'm already running late," she breathed, running a hand over his mowhawk. When he didn't stop, she gently pushed his shoulder away. "Juice, I have to go over and prep..."

He sighed, leaning his forehead against her collar bone; he'd been so wrapped up in Angela that he'd forgotten all about Half-Sack's wake that was going on later that night. "Shit."

She gently took his face in her hands, lifting it so she could meet his gaze. "It'll be okay," she assured him, pecking his lips lightly. "We'll get through it."

Juice nodded, stepping back and helping her down off the counter. "I know," he said on a sigh. He watched as she picked up her phone, slinging her purse over her shoulder as if to leave. "You don't have your car," he reminded her, interrupting her conversation.

"Oh no, Skeet," she said to the person on the phone. "Give me a few more minutes, please? I'm kind of stranded...No, I'm not being held against my will...You're really funny," she said sarcastically rolling her eyes at her boss. "See you soon. Thanks."

As soon as she hung up, she sat down at the kitchen table across from Juice. He pushed a cup of coffee her way, happy when she smiled and wrapped her long fingers around the warm cup. "Skeeter think I'm holdin' you hostage?" he asked, around a mouthful of eggs.

Angela smirked and shrugged a shoulder. "He may have mentioned it."

Juice chuckled, shaking his head at her as he finished off his breakfast. "Wish I could sometimes," he admitted, standing to put his plate in the sink. On his way over her pressed a kiss to her temple. "We could have a lot more fun that way."

She rolled her eyes at him. "And then your brothers would call and you'd leave me here by myself," she pointed out, following him back to the bedroom. She grabbed his laptop and placed it on the bed, sitting down cross-legged in front of it. Once it was booted up, she turned it towards him. "Password."

He typed it in easily before heading towards his drawers and picking out a clean top and some jeans. "Maybe I'd ignore them," he said, continuing their previous conversation.

"You'd never," she replied confidently as she checked her e-mail. One of the things she loved about him was his loyalty. He was lapdog loyal and for him to ignore his brothers in a time of need would go against everything he was. She would never be okay with him doing that for her. "I wouldn't expect you to either."

"Maybe I'd handcuff you to the bed though...make sure you didn't go anywhere," he teased, pulling his shirt on over his head.

She scoffed. "I'd like to see you try."

He had her on her back in seconds. Grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head in one of his hands. "This is me trying," he teased, as he loomed above her, a wicked grin on his face as he used his free hand to tickle her sides. "See?" he asked as she wriggled underneath him, her laughter filling the room.

"Juice! I need to go to work!" Angela struggled against him half-heartedly, knowing there was no danger with Juice. She placed a foot flat against his chest gently pushing him away. If he was attacking her, she'd have put more force behind it like Happy had taught her to, but Juice got the message and released her.

"Just provin' a point." Juice chuckled and got back to getting dressed. He headed to the bathroom to shave his mohawk. Once he was done, he took a seat next to her on the bed where she was stretched out on her stomach surfing the internet. He placed a hand on either side of her body, leaning his chin onto her shoulder. "You ready?" he asked on a heavy sigh.

Angela closed the computer as she nodded. She thought about what a long day lay ahead of her and sighed as well. "As ready as I'll ever be."

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Skeeter watched Angela move around the funeral home, setting up the flowers and sweeping out the main entrance hall. They were expecting more people there than ever before. There was a Son milling around outside the place, one they'd left in charge of staying with the fallen Prospect. Skeeter didn't recognize him and neither did Angela, but he was nice enough.

"You knew him, didn't you?" Skeeter asked, catching Angela's attention as she moved around some furniture in order to make more space.

"The Prospect?" Angela asked, raising her eyebrows. At Skeeter's nod, she sighed. "Yeah. You did too, Skeet. He was with them that time they came in. The first time I met them."

He waved off her comment. "All the young ones look the same to me," he said on a shrug. "Second person you've known that's died, huh?"

Angela laughed humorlessly and nodded. "I'm starting to think I'm bad luck."

"Nah. Shit like that happens with them. We get a few a year."

"I thought you said it was rare one of their own died," she pointed out, leaning an arm against the broomstick.

"Thought it'd make you feel better."

Angela shook her head at him, going back to sweeping just as the door opened. Piney strode in, oxygen tank in hand. "Hey there, Angie," he greeted on a nod.

"Hi Piney," she replied with a small smile. "Can I help you with anything?"

Piney nodded to Skeeter. "Need to make arrangements for Sack's hole."

"Ang took care of the box for ya," Skeeter explained. "I got a good hole all set up too, out by John Teller with the rest of the vets."

"Let's get to it, then," Piney said, gesturing for Angela to step ahead of him, a silent invitation for her to be present during their meeting. Angela nodded and followed after them to Skeeter's office.

Skeeter stopped in the coffin room which was bare except for the ornate black coffin. It was the largest room in the house, so they'd moved all the showpieces out and set out an altar or two before it so people could pray. Piney stepped towards the casket, running a wrinkled hand over the top much the same way Juice had the day before. His fingers traced over the lettering on the side before taking a few steps back. "How'd you get somethin' like this on such short notice?" he asked Angela.

She shrugged a shoulder. "I know a guy," she answered vaguely.

"It's great, Angie. Really great. Thanks, sweetheart," he said, patting her cheek lovingly. "Musta cost an arm and a leg."

"Nah, guy was a vet too. Higher up than Sack. He managed to find a way to get it financed. Only thing you'll have to pay for is the lettering on the side which isn't that much considering," Angela explained on another shrug.

Piney nodded, wondering what else the girl had gotten them for free. He was willing to bet that she wasn't going to charge them for her services either. "Thanks again, Angie."

"Yeah, of course. I liked Kip," she answered by way of explanation.

"He was a good one. Now excuse us, sweetheart. Gotta talk business," he said, squeezing her shoulder before disappearing into Skeeter's office with Skeeter.

Angela smirked, she'd had a feeling that was a deal she wasn't going to be allowed to hear. She idly swept the hall, just to keep busy. She knew there was nothing left for her to do except sit and wait. The sound of a motorcycle pulling in made her pause, her eyes on the door waiting to see who would walk in and hoping it was the Son she wanted.

It was. "Hey baby," Juice greeted, stepping into the funeral home. "Working hard?"

She smiled and shook her head. "Hardly working," she replied, tilting her head back as he leaned in to kiss her. "Just trying to keep busy."

He chuckled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "Place looks good."

"Thanks."

Piney walked into the room and gave them a small smile. "Your girl there did a good job," he told Juice as he headed to the door.

Juice smiled proudly back at him, slipping his arm around Angela's shoulder. "I know."

The older man chuckled, shaking his head at him. It was beyond him how an idiot like Juice could get such a smart girl like Angela and how that girl put up with all of his shit. But she did and they seemed happy together. "Take care, sweetheart. I'll see you tonight," he said to Angela.

"Bye Piney," she replied, giving him a little wave. She hadn't missed how Juice hadn't corrected Piney when he called her his girl. "Did you find anything new?"

He knew she was referring to Abel, and he wasn't about to discuss it in the middle of the funeral home with Skeeter nearby. "Tell you in a minute," Juice said on a sigh, leading her up the stairs to her apartment. Once they got up there, he was surprised to find her living room was filled with coffins. "Jesus, Angel."

"I know, I know. We needed the big room for Sack, so we had to store all these up here for right now."

"There one in your room?"

"Yeah, I was gonna sleep in it," she deadpanned before laughing at the shocked look on his face. "I'm kidding. Of course, there isn't one in my room, goof."

"Real funny, Ang," Juice said, shaking his head at her as he pulled her into a headlock before forcefully towing her towards the bedroom while she squealed and playfully struggled against him. He let her go once they were inside the bedroom. She sat down on the bed and looked up at him and waited for him to start.

Sighing, he lay down on the bed, putting his head in her lap. He closed his eyes as she traced one of the tattoos on his head with a fingertip, relaxing under her touch. "So?" she asked, her fingers sliding under his head and gently massaging the muscles of his neck.

"Mmm," he groaned, loving the feeling of her hands on him. "What?"

"Abel, Juice. Did you find anything new about Abel?" she asked, her fingers stopping for a brief moment so he'd listen to her.

He opened one eye. "Why are you stopping?" he asked.

"Because I asked you a question," Angela said, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Yeah, we got a lead," he answered, closing his eye as he waited for her to start up again. She rolled her eyes and dug her thumbs into his neck, just below the point of his mohawk earning herself a groan from Juice. "Didn't lead very far but...it's better than nothin'. I've been tryin' everything."

Angela leaned forward and dropped a kiss to his forehead. "I know. I have faith in you, Juice. You'll find somethin'."

He loved how much she believed in him and how she wasn't afraid to tell him as much. That she was completely honest with him no matter what. After a moment, he wrinkled his nose as if struck with a sudden thought. "Those coffins are all empty, right?"

Angela laughed. "Yeah, goofy."

"Can we stay at my place tonight?" he asked, opening his eyes and staring up at her. "I mean, I know we're gonna be here anyways for the wake and all but...the coffins creep me out."

She felt her heart do a flip at the adorable look on his face. She pressed an upside down kiss on his lips as she nodded. "Sounds good to me."

"Might need to get more clothes though. Pretty sure the bikini's all that's left."

"Guess I'll just have to wear that then."

He tensed, moving to sit up and angling himself towards her. "You're not goin' anywhere in that. That's for my eyes only."

Angela rolled her eyes at him. "It's a swimming suit, Juice. I've had it forever. Tons of people have seen me in it."

"Not anymore," he said, leaning forward and slanting his lips across hers. "Now you're mine."