Adele
The winter wind has picked up. It blows a layer of snow off the drifts. The temperature is dropping, but inside the tea house, I’m warm and cozy. “So you live close to here?” I ask my host, Mr. Dieter. Gabriel, as he insists I call him.
“I have a house, yes. A recent acquisition. Everyone said I must have a place in Park City, so…” He waves a casual hand as if to say, so I bought a mansion. No biggie.
Meaning Gabriel is not only model-hot, he’s also rich. I file this away to tell my friends. Tabitha’s weird about rich guys, probably because her mom is always trying to set her up with shystie stock brokers, but this guy is so charming.
He’s removed his gloves and coat but replaced his dark glasses. “Do excuse me,” he says as he does. “My eyes—the light.”
“Of course.” No wonder hi
