CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
A shadow fell over Gabe, blocking the sky and sunlight. He squeezed his eyes closed and grumbled, “No, not him. Please. Can’t a guy have any privacy?”
“Yes, him.” Charley swept the hat off his head and settled down beside Gabe. “Sorry to interrupt your privacy, but it’s what I do. You want to talk?”
He turned his back to the buttinsky angel. “Nope.”
“Fine with me. Your call. We can sit here all day.”
Gabe clamped his lips together. Ignore him. Maybe he’ll take the hint and leave me alone.
“Not going to happen.” Charley’s calm voice held a hint of ‘Don’t mess with me, Kid.’
“STOP READING MY MIND,” Gabe said, his temper beginning to surface.
Charley did not raise his voice but quietly said, “Nope. Not an option, either.”
“Okay! How about this?” He yanked a handf
