Luke’s POV
I smirked inwardly as I watched Emmanuella. She had just called her husband a useless bastard and confirmed that if I was serious, she’d leave him for me in a heartbeat.
“Excuse me,” I said to her, rising from my seat. Without another word, I walked out of the coffee shop.
Standing near the corner of the shop’s exterior, I positioned myself strategically. The tall glass wall of the coffee shop would make it easy for her to see me without hearing anything from the outside. I wanted to make sure she knew I hadn’t left just yet.
I covered my mouth with my palm and dialed Gabriel’s number. The thick glass wall between us ensured she couldn’t hear me, but I wasn’t taking any chances.
“Hey, Gabriel!” I said as soon as he picked up.
“I swear to God, Luke, if you—” he began, immed
