Getting off Gabriel’s lap was ridiculously hard for Jocelyn. She shook her head and rubbed the back of her neck at her own reluctance to do so. She craved the security and comfort his arms promised.
Sitting on his hard thighs like a little girl instead of a grown woman had made it easy for her to talk. But now it was time to stand and be a grown woman again and face the music.
Gabriel wanted to talk with Lorenzo and the others. He had to relay all she had shared with him and come up with a plan to clear her name and end everything.
He insisted that she find Priscilla and her sisters and have a word with them. Jocelyn wasn’t feeling up to it, but regardless, she stood up even though all she wanted to do was curl up on that lap, hold on to the firm muscles, bury her face against his neck
