The breath caught in his throat. Abigail? That name slammed into him like a punch. His heart began to pound like a galloping horse. The fuzzy image of the woman in his dream flashed through his head. Every cell in him knew with certainty that the name belonged to that woman.
Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut and gave his head a shake. A sudden wave of desperation clawed at him. Flashes of curly brown hair teased his mind, but every time he tried to grab the memory, it faded away like smoke in the wind.
“Gabriel?” Jocelyn’s voice cut through his struggle.
He opened his eyes and stared at her for a long moment, still mentally fighting to grab at the memory that eluded him. Finally, he asked, “Where did you get that name?”
Jocelyn studied him with a frown. “You kept repeating it a couple of
