Chapter 56. Where He Would Choose Her

On Sunday morning, Diana discovered that Gabriel had been awake long enough to make coffee and change his shirt twice.

The first shirt lay over the bedroom chair. The second was on him. He was looking at a third when she appeared in the doorway.

“Are we meeting someone I should be worried about?”

He put the shirt down. “My mother.”

“She saw you yesterday.”

“She has had time to develop opinions.”

Diana took his coffee and tasted it. Too strong, as usual. She drank another mouthful anyway, watching him watch her.

“Have you told her?”

“I asked whether we could come over. I thought we should tell her together.”

She set down the cup and went into his arms.

The eagerness in him was affecting her more than any confident answer could have done. This was a man who could make a room quiet by looking across it. Now he was worried about a shirt because she had asked to make a promise to him.

“This one,” she said, smoothing his co