*Gabriel*
I wake before the sun, the sea wind already curling through the open slats in the wall, thick with salt and heat. The city outside stirs like a beast just starting to twitch in its sleep. Normally, this is my quiet hour where the world’s still mine alone, where I can think, plan, sharpen the edge of whatever comes next, but I can’t stop thinking about Sabrina.
That maddening woman with her long curly hair and bright hazel eyes, that dress that clung like it had secrets of its own, and her lips—God help me. I’ve met women all over the world, and none of them have ever entranced me like she has.
Sabrina’s not like the other women, and that’s the damned problem. She’s tough, clever, but she’s not built for what’s coming….
I should’ve kissed her last night. Every fiber in me want
