|Javier|
“So, how’s the honeymoon?” Gabriel asked the moment we wrapped up the actual reason for his call.
Typical. He couldn’t help himself.
I hadn’t even planned on answering him this morning. Not after last night’s petty argument with Katherine. Ever since then, I’d grown hyperaware of how often I lost myself in work—how guilty it made me feel, especially now, when I was supposed to be focusing on her.
But Gabriel was relentless. The bastard kept calling, again and again, until my phone buzzed like a nagging conscience I couldn’t shut off. He didn’t even give me a chance to ignore him properly. Finally, I gave in and answered, more out of annoyance than willingness.
At least Katherine was still asleep. If she woke up and caught me hunched over my MacBook at this hour, she’d shoot
