Chapter 28. Dinner At Home

Gabriel had cleared a drawer.

Diana stood in his bedroom on Wednesday afternoon, looking at the empty space beside an immaculate row of folded shirts. For some reason, it unsettled her more than the car downstairs or the guard who had greeted her by name.

The drawer suggested that he had imagined her there when she wasn't with him.

“I can put those somewhere else,” he said behind her.

“What?”

“The shirts. If you need more room.”

She turned. “How much underwear do you think I own?”

He glanced at her bag. “I'm trying not to speculate.”

Diana laughed and put her clothes away before she could turn the gesture into something that needed discussing. Her candle went on the dresser. Its glass jar looked slightly shabby against the polished wood. She liked it there.

Gabriel had taken the afternoon off. He didn't announce it as a sacrifice; she discovered it when Charles called about a meeting and was told to move it to Thur