He was fairly certain he was in hell.  Facing Angel (and Harmony) every morning – enough said.  Being almost accepted into the W&H gang – that was sure to end badly.  Just waiting for the other shoe to drop there.  Classic signs.

Hell.  No doubt about it.

But then she was in his office, standing before him, and he wasn’t so sure.  “Say it again.”

There was no swelling music, no epic tableau of destruction, no searing flame, just the two of them.  Eyes shining, chin trembling, she smiled at him and said it again.

“I love you.”