Gabriel walked back into the bedroom, already dressed, his hair still slightly damp, that calm, steady smile on his face.

“Hey, how about coming to the kitchen with me? I’ll make us some coffee,” he said, his voice gentle.

Celina sat up in bed and shook her head with a faint, almost embarrassed smile.

“You don’t have to, Gabriel… I’ve already caused you enough trouble. Honestly, I think it’s about time I head home.”

“No way. I’m not letting you leave without having coffee with me. It’s the leas