James sets me up in the library and finds me a pair of slippers and a change of clothes. I can’t sleep, so I sit and sip the tea he brought me, ignoring the plate of biscotti Giampi sent.
Dawn gilds the window frames before Gabriel finds me. He’s in a thick wool sweater and wearing a pair of pants that are tight across his ass and leave several inches of ankle exposed. Less like capris and more like they shrunk in the wash. I’ve fared better in soft sweatpants and a faded Forza Azzurri t-shirt. James must have raided his and Giampi’s closets to find clothes for us.
I sit up when Gabriel enters the room. The library is dark and quiet. James was going to turn on the gas fireplace, but I asked him to keep it off. Staring into the flames with the smell of smoke still clinging to my hair didn
