He kissed her softly. “That’s very generous of you, but we both know it isn’t true.”
They both reclined, and Julia rested her head on his chest, running her fingers across his upper body. She hummed to herself as she mulled over his words, how he’d cared for her and wanted to worship her. They were, perhaps, the most important words she had ever heard. She traced a hesitant finger over his chest, outlining his tattoo.
Gabriel’s hand quickly covered hers. “Don’t,” he breathed, pulling her hand away.
“I’m sorry. What’s M-A-I-A?”
Julia heard him catch his breath. “I didn’t mean to bring it up. But we were telling secrets. I thought…”
Gabriel began to rub his eyes with his free hand, but he didn’t release her. “Maia is a name.” His voice grew rough.
“Did you—love her?”
“Of course I loved her.”
“Were you together long?”
He coughed. “It wasn’t like that.”
Julia squeezed him tightly and closed her eyes.
But Gabriel lay awake, staring at the ceiling for a very long time.
Chapter 29
Julia awoke the next day to find Gabriel sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed and watching her. She yawned slightly and stretched in the rays of sunlight that streamed in from between the blinds.
“Good morning.” She smiled.
He leaned over and pulled her into a warm embrace.
“I’ve been up and about, but I returned a little while ago to check on you. You’re very peaceful when you sleep.” He kissed her sweetly, then walked to the closet to retrieve a sweater.
Julia rolled onto her stomach and shamelessly ogled him, admiring the way his dress shirt skimmed across his shoulders. From her current vantage point, she could also admire his backside, hugged as it was by his black jeans.
Now that’s a damn fine derrière, she thought.
Gabriel peered at her over his shoulder. “What was that?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
His lips pulled inward, as if he were restraining a grin. “Oh, really?”
He walked over and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I didn’t know that you were an ass girl.”
“Gabriel!” Somewhat embarrassed at having been caught, she smacked his arm lightly, and they both began to laugh.
He caught her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap. “However, I would like to state unequivocally that my ass is quite flattered.”
“Oh really?” She arched an eyebrow.
“Extremely. And he wishes for me to convey his very best greetings and—ah—he looks forward to making your acquaintance in a more personal manner when we’re in Florence.”
Julia shook her head at him and leaned forward, begging for a kiss. She was rewarded with a brief but tender exchange before Gabriel pulled back.
He grew serious all of a sudden. “I need to talk to you about a couple of things.”
She chewed at her lip and waited.
“Simon has been arrested and there are multiple charges. His father has dispatched the family attorney to save him, and there are rumors of a plea bargain.”
“Really?”
“Apparently, the senator wishes to keep the sordid story out of the news. Scott placed a call to the prosecutor and received his assurance that your case will be given a very high priority. Scott emphasized that all of us would like to see the outcome include prison and not some sort of halfway house or treatment program. But given Simon’s connections, I think prison is unlikely.”
Julia made a mental note to thank Scott for speaking up for her. “What about you? Are you in danger?”
Gabriel grinned. “The Talbot family lawyer made noises about pressing charges. Thankfully, my brother had a short but illuminating conversation with him, pointing out that the press would be very interested in hearing my side of the story, as well as yours. I won’t be charged. Needless to say, everyone involved is now sick of Scott.”
Julia closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. The thought of something happening to Gabriel was painful, especially since she’d brought this trouble to them both.
“I need to take a shower and get dressed,” she said, opening her eyes.
Gabriel gave her a heated look and trailed a single finger down the length of her arm. “I would dearly like to shower with you, but I’m afraid such an act would scandalize my relations.”
Julia shivered. “Well, I can’t have you scandalizing your relations, Professor Emerson.”
“Indeed, Miss Mitchell. It would be most shocking. Most shocking. So in the interest of decorum, my very flattered ass and I will forego showering with you.” He leaned forward, his eyes glowing. “For now.”
She laughed, and he left her to her daily ablutions.
When Julia returned to her bedroom after her shower, she found Gabriel hovering in the hallway. “Is something wrong?”
He shook his head. “I wanted to be sure you didn’t trip or something. Where are your crutches?”