Diavolo Ch 04
She couldn’t sleep. Abigail tossed and turned, every once in a while she’d glare at the phone Gabriel had given her accusingly. After closing the photo gallery earlier, she’d set it on her nightstand. She hadn’t expected him to call her soon, but it was already past midnight. How far away did he live anyway? Can I call you tonight? His deep gravelly voice haunted her, the memory of his lips and hands sent a cascade of goose bumps over her skin and an uncomfortable clenching throb low in her...