Page 106 of Gabriel & Skye

Almost, but not quite

Gabe

I’ve got to go. The dog just did number twos on the floor

Me

Oh no! Remember, wet wipes are your friend ??

Gabe

Good to know. See you tomorrow

See you tomorrow.

I should give myself a stern talking to. I shouldn’t let my heart run away with me like this. Starting something we can’t finish isn’t right. But I also know how good Gabriel felt in my arms. Treating my body like it was made for him and only him.

You are mine.

I shiver at his words. All of them. Who knew that Gabe had such a dirty mouth on him? And I’m here for it.

I can have this one indulgence. I’ve no reason to feel guilty. He knows I’m leaving.

Yet, the more I think about doing just that, the more I want him to ask me to stay.To give the two of us a shot.

Gabe deserves to be happy, especially after all he’s been through. Seeing him over the weekend only proved that the chip on his shoulder is solely reserved for when he’s at the distillery. I love that he can really separate the two. And remembering his after-care last night sends goosebumps all over my skin.

Gabe isn’t just a god in the bedroom, he’s affectionate and caring. He’s a giver.

And there’s something incredibly appealing about all those things.

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Gabriel

I can’t remember the last time a woman made me this nervous.

I’m an accomplished man. I can negotiate business deals without breaking a sweat. But Skye Hendry? She’s taken me to new heights I didn’t know existed until I let my guard down.

I couldn’t even embrace her this morning before she left for the school drop off I asked her to do, because Trinity was all over her with Daisy bouncing around at her heels. Not that I think she’d likely appreciate it; we’re in her work environment and I don’t want to come off weird. She seemed to respond to my texts with enthusiasm, though. Maybe I was testing the waters to see how she’d be when she came to work this morning. I hoped she didn’t have any regrets, and when Trinity dragged her by the hand into the kitchen, I could tell by the look on her face she was happy to be here.

Now I’m making excuses as to why I’m at home still, and it’s almost eight thirty.

Just as I’m thinking it, my phone buzzes on the island.

It’s Brooklyn.

“Hey, bro, are you sick?”

I run a hand through my hair. “Sick? Why would I be sick?”

“Because it’s Monday morning, and it’s after eight thirty, and you’re not here. I was going to send out a search party, I thought you’d been in some horrible accident.”

I roll my eyes. “Am I that predictable?”

“A little. How’s the new puppy?”

“Good. Skye took her and Trin to school.”

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