[Gabrielle’s POV]
I watch Trent's retreating form as he makes his way toward his car, and when he climbs in, I'm almost certain that our eyes meet, but I don't dare to acknowledge it. It is only when he pulls out of the driveway and heads down the street that I finally tear my gaze away and turn to meet Gregory's accusatory one.
“Why was he here?” He asks slowly, his jaw twitching with tension.
“You heard him.” I respond. “He came to return Rachelle's wallet.” As I speak, I hold up the wallet as proof. “Since that's done, we should head inside.”
Turning, I reach out and begin to open the door to lead Gregory inside, but am stopped by his hand flying past me, pushing it shut.
“Gabby,” he says slowly, his voice cold. “Was that really all that was going on here?”
For a moment, I don't s
