Abigail woke up to the sound of the door opening. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and focused her gaze on the man that stood at the door.
She had retired to the bed after her long soak in the tub last night. Lorenzo had not returned to the room after he had stormed out. And it looked like he was not about to make an appearance just yet.
Gabriel stared at her with a look she couldn’t quite decode. After a few seconds he gave her a small smile. “Good morning, Ms. Summers.”
“Abigail…please just call me Abigail, I feel old when you call me Ms. Summers.”
“Oh, we definitely wouldn’t want to make you feel old,” he responded dryly.
She looked away from him and made sure the sheets covered her body appropriately. She heard him walk into the room and close the door. When she looked u
