Chapter 93. The Evening That Went Wrong

Gabriel called at six to say he would be late.

Diana stood beside the table with a napkin in her hand.

They had planned the evening on Sunday. No restaurant, no occasion she could blame for making her hopeful. Just dinner at home after an unusually busy week, followed by a film neither had seen.

“How late?” she asked.

“An hour. Possibly a little more.”

She looked at the food waiting in the kitchen.

“What happened?”

“A problem on one of the sites. Kate has people dealing with it, but there are decisions about closing part of the work tomorrow. I'm in a meeting now.”

His voice was tired. He wasn't inventing an emergency because he disliked coming home.

Diana knew that.

It didn't prevent the disappointment.

“All right,” she said.

“I'll call if it changes.”

“Please do.”

She ended the call before reassuring him that it didn't matter.

It did matter. That didn't make him