CHAPTER 5: OUT OF THE FIRECAROLINA COULD FEEL THE WETNESS of the two of them on her thighs as she crossed the garage to the front office. She silently hoped this was one of those times when Gabriel hadn’t time to do much more than pop his head in the door before making a hasty exit.
“You’re working awfully late,” he observed the moment she’d walked through the doorway. Was that suspicion in his tone? Or was she just imagining it?
“So are you, it seems,” she returned, eyeing the two familiar characters that had come in with him.
“Yes, well, there’s no rest for the wicked, is there sweetheart?”
Damn him when he called her that—or any of the other umpteen pet names he used, probably to avoid having to keep track of a woman’s name. Seven years…seven long years and he probably forgot her na
