"Welcome back, Porzia," he said, leaning over to give me a quick hug.
"Thanks." My answer exhaled in veiled surprise. How long had he been standing behind me?
"It's been a while," he sighed, letting go of me.
Did he mean a while about the photos I was looking at? Or perhaps how long he'd been standing behind me? Or about last time we'd seen each other? And why did I feel like I had been caught snooping?
"I don't know how to answer you, Clark," I admitted candidly.
He raised an eyebrow and rocked on his heels, thumbs stuck in his jeans pockets. A slow grin spread across his face and I saw Gabe, years from now. His grin was so contagious, I found my own.
"When did you get in?"
"Yesterday."
His bushy eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "And he has you down here already?" he chided, turnin
