Cat got your tongue? Or are you just so happy you can't speak?" The voice on the other end of the line laughed silkily. "Wouldn't be the first time I left you speechless.""What do you want, Jasper?" Naomi kept her voice low as she sat down on the edge of her bed. Her stomach suddenly felt sour and she realized her hands were shaking. She wished she had a cigarette."Want? Nothing but to know you're OK."It was a lie. Jasper always wanted something."I'm fine." The less said the better. "Where are you?"She looked around the bedroom, the familiar wallpaper, the little heart-shaped stickers she'd put in a row across her dresser mirror when she was three. She'd told Jasper she could make it without him, that she had other opportunities waiting. Naomi wasn't about to tell him she was back home with her parents."I'm in the northwest and that's all I'm going to tell you," she said. "I'm happy and I'm working and I'm over you."The laugh came again, low and delighted."Angels are bad liars, even fallen ones.
