Meg rolled her eyes. "I told you," she said. "I walked into a bathroom and this was on the other side. No angel touched me to send me here. I haven't seen you or your boys since Crowley's prison."
She grinned now. "Lesson learned, Clarence. Don't let women go around sticking their hands in your pockets."
She bit her lip and peered at him for a second. Ah. What the Hell? The most he could do was kill her. Then at least she wouldn't be in this damned alley anymore.
Meg came forward and wrapped her hand in the front of his coat, pulling his head down so she could close her mouth over his. She brought her other hand up to run through his hair in what could easily become a familiar movement.