Gabriel glanced at his phone again. The screen was still lit, Ariah’s name glowing softly against the white background, as if it was deliberately reminding him of something unfinished.
He could sense Isabella staring at him, which made him uncomfortable.
He hesitated for a brief second, then turned the phone face down on the bed and pushed it a little farther away.
He shifted his attention back to Isabella.
She turned he gaze from him, her head lightly placed on his chest, her lashes lowered as though sleep might take her again at any moment.
But he knew she might be upset. He could feel it in the way her body was tense, in the way her fingers curled slightly against his shirt.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
She did not move.
“I’m sorry about what happened earlier,” he continued.
