Almost a disappointment, Paige thought. She liked the ambience of the candles in such a dark, medieval place.liked “You can douse them if it pleases you,” Gabriel said. She looked at him. “How did you know I was thinking that same thing?” He shrugged, and grinned, dimples pitting both cheeks. “I sort of hoped, I suppose. ’Tis what I prefer, too.” Paige glanced up at the wooden rafters, with the enormous stag antler chandeliers on opposite sides of the hall now ablaze. “Do you think the electricity will stay on now?” she asked. “Aye, I imagine so.” Gabriel stood with legs braced wide, eyes at first glued to the floor. Then they lifted and stared directly at her. “I imagine the phone lines are workin’ as well, if you fancy callin’ for a cabbie?” Paige’s heart leapt. “Do you want me to?” Gabriel studied her face, and she all but squirmed from the scrutiny of it. Something else laced his features, though, and Paige could have sworn it was uncertainty. “I dunna wish for you to do anythin’ you dunna want to do, Paige MacDonald.”
