Chapter 8
“This doberge cake is too much,” Cassie said, giving a contented sigh as she pushed away the last few bites of the rich chocolate dessert.
Gabriel chuckled, watching her across the table, admiring her beauty. They were tucked away on the far side of the courtyard at Cafe Amelie, by far New Orleans’ most romantic patio. The high walls rose around the courtyard, ivy and jasmine falling down in fragrant waves, and the whole courtyard was lit by candles and torches. A talented local violinist was perched in the far corner, adding a quiet ambiance to the scene.
Gabriel only had eyes for Cassie, though. She was wearing a slinky black halter dress that covered her neck and chest up while leaving her arms and lower back dashingly bare. She’d left her long red locks down to curl softly
