Tabitha
I come out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my hair to find Gabriel lounging on the bed with a neatly packed suitcase open on the bed, and my closets returned to their former glory.
“How do you make things happen so fast?” I wonder aloud.
“I have many tricks,” he tells me. His lids lower to half-mast as his gaze roams across my naked body. I pull the towel off my head and shake my wet hair out over my shoulders, feeling sexier than I ever did in all my years as a model.
“When are we leaving?”
Gabriel lifts his elegant shoulders. “Take your time, my treasure. Whenever you are ready, we’ll get on the plane. My pilot flies on our schedule.”
“Wow. But we’re going tonight? Right now? As soon as I’m ready?”
Of all the mind-reeling things that have happened since I woke in
