I said, slamming my apartment door shut behind us a few minutes later. Luc nodded, cool and detached, but I’d been with him for seven years and I knew that look. He wasn’t about to give in. “I am the only thing standing between you and Gabriel. Do you think it wise for me to leave?” He followed me into the kitchen as I avoided his eyes. While it was only noon, dark clouds covered the sky and my apartment was in shadows. In the kitchen, I flipped on the overhead light and my new refrigerator gleamed under it. The old one had died, and since Adam had kept it well stocked in order to cook for me, I’d splurged and bought a modern stainless steel one to replace it. I also found out how sturdy it was when I’d proposed Adam have me for dessert one night and he’d turned from the sink, where he was washing out a pan, and had his dessert up against the fridge’s door. Opening it, I peered inside, not seeing the food but needing something to keep my eyes off Luc.
