“What do you mean by that?” he asked. “You think I’m drunk?” His voice was edging fast from incomprehension to anger.
“I’m sorry,” Gabe said quickly. “It’s just…” He shrugged helplessly. “You seemed a little…I thought you’d been drinking, before you came into the store.”
Jake was still looking at him. “I was,” he snapped. “But I’m not drunk.”
“I’m sorry,” Gabe said again, wishing to hell he’d kept his mouth shut. Rob would be really, really pissed if Gabe had just lost another big commission because he couldn’t keep from shooting his mouth off. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” Jake said.
Gabe nodded, feeling the heat in his face. “You’re right. I don’t. I’m sorry.” He pulled his half-empty water glass closer to him, tracing weeping li
