He wasn’t in the Honeymooner suite, so I scoured the inn for him and finally found him in the garden, talking about fishing with Dontae and Cleveland. He was regaling them with a story about catching a small shark while fishing in the Gulf of Mexico—a story that might even have been true. Then again, knowing Gabriel, it could have been a complete fabrication. “Give you much of a fight?” Cleveland asked, sounding almost breathless with anticipation.“Just about tore my arm off,” Gabriel said. “But it was worth the effort. That thing tasted damn good hot off the grill.” Dontae barked an appreciative laugh and then spotted me. “Uh-oh. Looks like the missus tracked you down.” He lumbered to his feet, groaning loudly from the effort. “You tell a mighty good fish story, boy. Mighty good.” Cleveland ran a suspicious gaze over me. “It’s bad juju to leave your man alone on your honeymoon.” He turned his back on me and spoke to Gabriel in a stage whisper that carried across the space between us.
