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Gabriel made himself focus on the place that would be their temporary home for the night. It was a well-appointed second-story flat just around the corner from Bourbon Street, with a balcony that overlooked a courtyard filled with containers of brightly colored flowers, and what appeared to be a thoughtful combination of interesting antiques and modern conveniences. Ava had chosen well.
Two bedrooms, and two bathrooms. No need to worry about sleeping arrangements, but of course, he should have expected that. Although he thought he’d noticed a few subtle signals from her — the way her gaze lingered on him longer than it needed to from time to time, the way color would touch her cheeks despite there being no real reason for her to blush — he couldn’t definitely say that any of these sign
