Chapter 42. The Morning They Kept

At nine on Saturday morning, Diana confiscated Gabriel's phone.

He was sitting on the edge of her bed, reading something with an expression that suggested the screen had personally offended him. She took it out of his hand and laid it facedown on the dresser.

“You said all day.”

“I said yes to all day. I didn't realize there would be a seizure of property.”

“You'll get it back at lunch.”

He caught her around the waist before she could retreat. Diana laughed as he pulled her onto his lap, then stopped laughing when his mouth found the warm place beneath her ear.

“This seems an inadequate appeals process,” he murmured.

She turned toward him. “Make a better argument.”

He did.

The light moved slowly across the bedroom wall. Somewhere outside, a delivery driver leaned on a horn, and someone else shouted an opinion of him. Diana heard it all from a delicious distance, held close beneath the sheet while Gabriel kissed her