Chapter Eleven
There was something about Gabriel. When he wasn’t in control of a situation, he could slip into that quiet head of his, and Elizabeth didn’t have a clue what he was thinking or feeling. It was unsettling, considering the night before had consisted of one-word answers all the way to the Marriott hotel and then into bed.
“I still don’t know why you insisted on bringing food,” was the first thing Gabriel had said to her that was more than two words.
Elizabeth held the tray of veggies and dip that she had bought at the grocery store on the way to Reg’s house that morning. “You know what? We’ve been invited to a family gathering of sorts, and even though we don’t know anyone, what I do know is that with family functions of any kind, there is food, and you should always bring s
