GABRIEL
I was dead meat.
There was no way either of my Italian-American parents weren't going to kill me when I got into the house, without Ariana. But the truth was, I wasn't ready for them to meet her. She wasn't ready either. "Gabriel!" Gosh, Sabastian's voice was so loud!
I huffed as I pulled into the driveway of the huge mansion that was the actual Hernandez hacienda. It was huge. And it was the place I had spent most of my teenage years, and early adult life.
Did I miss it? Well, a little. Especially the food that my mother stuffed me with all the time. But being thirty-eight was hardly the age to be living with one's parents. I mused, as I turned off the ignition and sat back, giving myself a few seconds as I watched Sabastian approach the car with a frown set on his jawline.
