Katelyn
He always knocked on her door.
He took the bedroom next to hers, even though it was beside his brother and Nora and he complained about the noise, he didn’t want to be any farther away from her.
Gabe was sweet.
He’d play his piano that he had brought in and she would fall asleep to the music. And she was fairly certain he would wait and listen until her breathing evened out. He was predictable.
Katelyn opened the door, knowing he went with Nora and Jack to probably do unspeakable things to that Raith guy. He was in the same jeans and football t-shirt he left in, and didn’t have any blood so he must have not gotten too violent.
Which was good.
He watched her for a minute, not saying anything. His lips twitched like he had something to say, but didn’t.
