Chapter Eight
It was dark by the time Gabe heard the door to Kane’s SUV slam shut outside. When Kane walked into the kitchen, he glanced around with a frown as he dropped several department store bags to the floor. Gabe returned his attention to the meal he was preparing while Kane lowered the duffle bag from his shoulder and removed his gloves and his coat.
“How is she?” Kane asked, hanging his coat on the hook by the door.
“She slept most of the day,” Gabe replied.
“That’s good. She was obviously exhausted, and this will give her body time to heal,” Kane said with a satisfied nod.
“Yeah,” Gabe murmured.
He picked up the ladle and stirred the large pot of vegetable noodle soup he’d made after coming back in from the boat earlier. He thought the soup might be better for Magna. It fel
