She braced for another argument, all the while bustling around the kitchen readying him a plate of supper. It would be harder for him to argue with a mouth full of food. She poured a cup of Rosa’s strong black brew and left it on the table. He didn’t offer so much as a nod when he entered the room. “Hello, Gabriel,” she said, trying not to be offended at his mood. “Tess.” He walked past her to the living room, likely to bury himself in the ledgers and other such paperwork. “I thought you might be hungry.” He stopped in the doorway, opened his mouth, and then clamped it shut when his stomach growled loud enough to shake the window panes. Tess smirked and set the plate down with a thump. She returned to the stove to pour herself a cup of coffee, which she loaded with sugar, and then slid gracefully into the chair opposite his. She had removed Rosa’s bandages but kept her hands in her lap where Gabe wouldn’t have to see them. Almost grudgingly, he returned to the kitchen and took his seat.
