The calmness in Angelo’s voice forms an icicle along the length of my spine. I steal a glance up at him. He’s standing under a streetlight. The yellow glow shines off his dark hair and casts a dark shadow under his high cheekbones. Makes his green eyes glitter like emeralds. Tonight, he’s wearing a black wool jacket, with a gray turtleneck sweater poking out from underneath the collar. He looks warm, strong.
