“Oh, no,” Gabi said, stomping down hard on the small part of her that wanted to accept his offer. “Thank you, but no. I have to be here at ten o’clock to start cleaning anyway, and I know you’ll still be sleeping then.”
“Jesus Christ, woman,” he grated out. “I don’t give a crap about that, OK? I don’t mind bringing you back for your shift.”
“No. That’s just silliness.” Her tone was getting all crisp and formal. “Go home, Aidan, and don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine, and I’ll even have time for one of Luke’s amazing breakfasts tomorrow before I start cleaning.”
He paused, still trying to find a problem with her plan. “I don’t know…”
“Well, I do.” It was final, he saw now. Those dark eyes were hard and flat, and he knew that Gabriela was a woman who didn’t let herself get pushed around.
