“Yeah, well, we haven’t been together all that long,” Gabe said again, hoping that might make her feel better. He smiled ruefully. “Sometimes I wish he came with a manual.”
“I hear you. How did you two meet, anyway? Was it at the gym?”
“He goes to a gym?” Gabe asked.
Alice smirked. “Yes, he does. I’m tempted to get some paper and pencils so we can list what he’s actually told us and compare notes.”
“Good idea,” Gabe said, thinking sadly that it actually was. “We met downtown, but I’m working on my master’s in fine arts at York.” He hoped she’d be more interested in his education than what he did for money, considering what Jake had said about Alice and tattoos.
“Oh yeah?” Alice looked genuinely curious, and Gabe privately gave himself a point. “What kind of art?”
“Visual. Like, drawi
