CHAPTER FIVE
Daylight filtered through the thin lacy curtains and tiptoed on Gabriel’s eyelids, teasing him. The corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyelashes fluttered, but the man refused to wake up, even though wakefulness stirred at the edge of his mind. However, his colorful weird dreams receded and slid into nothingness, a pang of regret irritating the rational side of his brain.
His left arm curled over his eyes to hold off the light at bay. His bone-tired body begged for an hour more of unconscious bliss, but his deep breathing had already changed.
When Anna’s ear-splitting screams rolled off the walls, Gabriel jumped out of bed, a groan off his lips. The vodka bottle, which was lying next to him over the slipcover, rolled down to the floor with a clatter.
“What the heck is
