Angel wasn’t doing much better, despite his extremely satisfying time with Maeve. He was so nervous he felt like he might be sick. “We should have told her earlier,” Luke muttered and spun on his heel to pace to the other side of the room. “Honesty is always the best policy.” Angel snapped, “I know, but it’s a little late for that now.” He was a mess of anticipation, hope, and fear. Beyond what would happen with Maeve, he feared what would happen with Luke if this didn’t turn out well. He had introduced them, encouraged Luke to become attached to her. Hell, he knew what Luke was like when he decided he cared for someone. Once Luke gave his heart, he gave it 100 percent. It would hurt him deeply if Maeve rejected them. Even worse, Luke would be right in blaming him if this didn’t work out. Luke narrowed his eyes at him, then glanced at the wall of monitors. There was no sign of Maeve coming out of the elevators yet. “You’re not the only one who is emotionally involved here, Angel.
