Leah rolled her eyes and shuffled through the front entrance to Gabriel’s condominium. “I don’t have a concussion and nothing’s broken. There was no reason to stay.” The slam of the door resounded with his feelings about her medical opinion. She sighed. For a writer who specialized in words, he was extraordinarily fluent in the non-verbal, too. He stalked past her, the overnight duffel the police had allowed him to pack for her in his hand. “Gabe, you can just put the bag on the couch.” He skidded to a halt, slowly turned around, and she almost flinched. Thunder darkened his face, lit his blue eyes. Christ, if he’d been Thor, her ass would’ve been fried by a thunderbolt blast. She smothered a swell of laughter. Thor? The pain meds the doctor had given her must be making her loopy. “You are taking my bed,”
