“Gabriel,” she said.
“That's better, Tanya. Now, what was I saying? What were you going to say?”
She let out a giggle. “I was going to say that if I didn't know any better I would hazard a guess that you rang me for no obvious reason.”
He laughed because she was right. The only way to respond would be in complete honesty. “What if I did?”
The absence of noise at the other end told him that he had her completely stumped. Then she said, “Why would you want to phone me for no reason at all?”
“Just to say that—” he struggled for something viable. And then he remembered. “I have your scarf.”
“So that’s where it went!”
“You left it here.”
“Shall I have it sent to your Paris office?” he asked, and wondered if she’d mention anything about Sacramento. If he’d only just accepted Russell’s invite, there was no way she would know that he’d be there.
“It can wait until I get back.”
“I’ll leave it here in that case. It’s been nice talking to you. Have a good day now.” He hung up and eyed the scarf once more. He’d give it to her in Sacramento—after he’d seen the look of surprise on her face at him being there.