Gabriel's car was where he'd left it--a half mile from James's place. We took a cab and picked it up. I suggested Gabriel drop me off at the office, where I could hang out with a coffee while he went home and cleaned up.
"There's coffee at my place," he said.
I tensed. "That wasn't a hint."
"I know. I'm offering. I would be fine with it."
I looked across the car at him. "No, you wouldn't, and I'd like you to stop pretending otherwise. Your place is your place. I get that. You aren't inviting everyone else over and telling me I'm not welcome, so I'm not offended."
"You are welcome."
"Can we drop this, please? Last night was not fun. I feel like I overreacted, and that's embarrassing, but I don't understand why you'd invite me--" I stopped and shook my head. "And that's not dropping the subject. If you don't want to leave me at the office, then join me for a coffee. I know a few spots we can hang out and watch the sunrise."
It was almost comical to watch him process why anyone would want to watch a sunrise.
"We could do that," he said at last.
"All right, then. You find me coffee, and I'll show you a scenic parking spot."
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
I had a few sunrise spots--places Dad had found where he could drive and enjoy some peace without leaving the city. This one was on a bluff. As we drove up, Gabriel peered around the darkness.
"Yes, I know," I said. "It looks like a make-out point."
"I was thinking more a convenient location for the exchange of illegal goods."
"I'm sure it's both at the right time of night, but at this hour it's always empty. My dad used to bring me up here for hot chocolate before my early morning skating practices."
"Figure skating?"
"Don't give me that look."
"I wasn't--"
"Yes, you were. You are trying and failing to picture me in a tutu on ice. With good reason. It was my mother's idea. Some mornings, if Dad and I got to talking up here, he'd conveniently lose track of time and I'd miss my lesson. When my mother finally realized I wasn't getting better at skating--shockingly--she let me quit. Then I got to take up rowing, which was a compromise. It wasn't quite as feminine as she'd like, but it was a suitably upper-class pursuit. What I really wanted to do was horseback riding."
"I didn't think one could get much more upper-class than that."
"Exactly my point. But she said she had a friend whose child died after being thrown from a horse. Years later, I found out she'd just watched Gone with the Wind too many times."
"So you never went riding?"
"Not until I was old enough to do it on my own, and by then I was driving. Horses don't have quite the same . . ."
"Horsepower?"
I laughed. "Exactly."
He ratcheted back his seat, getting comfortable. I waited until he was settled, then said, "I'm going to have to ask, you know. About tonight."
He grunted, stared out the windshield, and sipped his coffee.
"If you don't tell me, James will."
Another sip of his coffee before he put the cup into the holder. "I made a mistake." A pause. "I made several tonight. I'm not quite sure how that happened. They seemed to . . ."
"Snowball? Yeah. Mistakes are like that. So he called you after I left?"