Chapter Sixteen
Gabriel could hear the phone ringing as he finished shaving off the last of his beard. Through the open bathroom door came the vague sound of Elizabeth talking to whoever was on the other end of the line.
When she appeared in the doorway, holding the phone to her ear, her expression had the hair on the back of his neck standing up.
“No, I totally understand,” she said, touching her lips. “We can come right now. I can’t believe he’s there. No, we had no idea.”
He grabbed a towel and wiped off the last of the shaving cream, taking in the mess in the sink: the stubble and the soap. He’d woken up that morning and decided today was the day he was going to shave it off and make a change.
“Who is it?” he asked in a low voice.
She was nodding and listening to whoever was on t
