‘My love isn’t going away.’ Those words had felt like a storm in Gabriel’s stomach. Hearing Leland say that with a look of disappointment like he couldn’t believe he had been rejected, and yet still determined to push until he got his way, had ignited a surge of anger within Gabriel. He yearned to unleash his fury upon the man, to seize him by the collar of his pristine white shirt and forcibly eject him from the house. But alas, it wasn’t his home, and he certainly had no claim on Jocelyn.
Her swift response, hastily denying that he was the chosen man, had struck him like a venomous bee’s sting. It left a lingering ache, despite the rational understanding that their relationship, if it could even be called that, was far from the realms of intimacy. Gabriel was the man she had rescued fro
