Chapter 11

Gabriel was definitely planning on getting sweaty. Which, barring the gunshots and useless dudes was a go she would in reality have gotten behind. But now? As they fled curiously homicidal authorities scientists, or possibly just his loopy mind?

The shirt accompanied the overalls up onto the hood of the car, then he grew to become and looked at her… and began unbuttoning his jeans.

“Gabriel, what—” The words have been thick on her dry tongue.

He toed off his shoes and shucked off his jeans. By the time they had joined the other matters on the hood, Amelia had blanketed her face with her hands, though the gaps between her fingers referred to as to her squeezed-shut eyes.

“You have to watch, Amelia . Otherwise you won’t agree with me.” His voice was low and breathy.

Amelia swallowed and braced herself before losing her arms to locate him standing there in a snug pair of short-leg underwear.

Was this some type of peculiar ritual? Was he goi