Chapter 82. What He Moved

On Tuesday evening, Gabriel came home carrying dinner and a notebook.

Diana eyed both.

“Which one is the peace offering?”

“The dinner.”

“And the notebook?”

“Something I'd like to discuss after you've eaten.”

She took the bag. “That sounds ominous.”

“It contains my handwriting. There are legitimate reasons to be concerned.”

The joke reached her before she could defend herself against it. She laughed, and his expression eased.

They ate at the kitchen table. He asked about Hans, and she told him about a client who had changed instructions three times before insisting the first version was the one he had wanted all along. Gabriel listened without suggesting she could escape difficult clients by leaving.

Then she told him Iris had accepted the fuller pitch.

“Another article?”

“Yes. Interviews first. I haven't arranged them yet.”

“What do you need?”

“People willing to talk to me. Time to lis