"Hey," Randy Orton called out as he stepped toward the car. "Do you believe in angels?"

John Cena looked up from his spot at the trunk. "What?" He looked at Randy as if he were speaking Japanese.

"Nevermind." The young man shook his head and made his way to the backseat of the SUV beside him, convincing himself that he was probably crazy.

But she had been everywhere: at the hotel, at the restaurant, at the park, even at the arena. It seemed as though every time he turned around, her piercing silver-blue eyes followed him, smiling at him knowingly. Watching over him. Her behavior would normally make him nervous, but there was an inexplicable comfort in them.

It was over now, though. They were on their way out of her city, and away from her. Unless, of course, she really was an angel.

What the fuck is wrong with you, Orton? he asked himself as Edge slipped into the driver's seat and started the engine. Angels were Shawn Michaels's thing. Focus on something real, he scolded himself as they began to drive toward the next city.

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"So, you got Texas Stadium all sewn up now? And you're headed to Houston?"

CJ Spencer rolled her eyes as she stuffed a silky slip dress into her hanging bag. "Yes, Cara. Texas Stadium is set. Go ahead and draw up the contract and fax it over to David Burkehardt. He's the man you spoke to on the phone this afternoon. I'm headed to Houston, then Vegas, and then back to LA next Thursday," she answered.

"Good. If you can hook all three of these deals, there will be a large bonus in it for you," the woman, who also happened to be her Godmother, promised.

"That's great," CJ said distractedly, snappng her suitcase shut as she looked around for her keys. "I better get on the road if I'm gonna make Houston by morning." She tried to be gracious, but Cara had a way of bouncing on her last nerves.

"Okay, Sweetie. I'll let you go. Behave yourself."

When CJ's parents died in a house fire six years earlier, Cara had taken it upon herself to mother the young woman. But at 24, CJ didn't really feel the need for a mother any longer. At least one who insisted on babying her.

She loaded her luggage into the trunk as she thought about her relationship with Cara. She was grateful for the job that she had been offered right out of college. Cara owned a large development firm in LA that specialized in improvements and additions to existing architectural structures. The travel was great, because it got CJ out from under the watchful eye of her Godmother, and it also allowed her to make friends in every city.

She tugged at the hem of her blue tank top and opened her car door quickly. She had a four hour drive to Houston and it was already close to midnight. She would have to check in and try to get at least a little bit of sleep before her meeting at the Astrodome.

She was about to step into the sleek, silver Saturn Sky when she heard a deep voice behind her. "What's your hurry, Beautiful?"

With a coy smile, she admired the towering man standing behind her. He was dressed in an expensive-looking suit, smelling like the most expensive cologne. Biting her lip, she leaned toward him slightly. "I guess I have a time for a drink."