Gabriel sat by the large windows in his penthouse, staring out at the city lights without really seeing them. He’d bought the place as a home base for his trips to Mexico, a convenient spot for work as his company expanded into Latin America.
His phone sat on the table beside a half-empty glass of wine, untouched for the last hour.
He paced the length of the room, one hand in his pocket while the other ran absently through his hair. Restless energy coursed through him, unusual for someone so composed. He glanced at his phone for the third time in the last five minutes, the screen lighting up to show nothing but the time. No messages. No calls.
Antonia had only taken his number, promising to call when she felt ready. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now, the waiting was d
