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She turned on the porch light and opened the door. “Hello.”
There he was, wearing a Western hat and jeans. He wasn’t smiling, but he hadn’t smiled the other times she’d met him, either. He had bought out her kissing booth—and then disappeared. She’d expected to hear something from him…she hadn’t been sure what.
“I would have called, but I didn’t have your number. Guess it’s unlisted.”
She nodded. “It is.”
“Would have called Mason for it, but…hope you don’t mind me stopping by.”
He seemed uncomfortable and Laura didn’t blame him. Apparently he was only in the area because of his duty to his father. She held the door open so Gabriel could come inside. “If you’d called Mason, he would have asked why you needed to see me. I can ask you myself.” Laura pointed to a sofa so he could sit down. He did, gingerly hovering on the flowered sofa.
“Just seems we got off on the wrong foot.”
She nodded. “Maybe. What other foot is there, though?”
He hesitated. “I think I was surprised my father left me instructions about you.”
“He did?” That wasn’t welcome news. She didn’t want Gabriel to feel obligated to her in any way.
“Yeah. Apparently you have some issues with your father, who may or may not have your best interests at heart.”
She thought about the note on the door. “It’s not something I really want to talk about.”
“I fully understand. I don’t want to talk about my dad, either.”
“So don’t.” She felt more awkward by the second. “Look, Gabriel, despite whatever your father told you, I can take care of myself. I have lots of friends. I have a great job. I love my kids. I don’t need a protector or anything like that.”
He glanced down at his hands for a moment before looking back at her. “You’re sure you’re all right?”
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