He sat there, eyes fixed on the phone, still feeling the burn of want beneath the surface.
A moment later, her reply lit up the screen: 'Heartless. You don't want to see me while I miss you so much.'
Gabriel barely had time to process the message when another photo followed. This time, she was pouting dramatically. She looked sulky, as if trying to guilt him into coming over.
He let out a quiet sigh, a flicker of amusement crossing his face, and began typing back.
'Don't make things difficult for me. I already told you—I've got a pile of work to finish. Go to sleep. I'll come to see you when I'm free.'
With that, he placed the phone face down on the desk and returned to the open file in front of him, determined to focus. But he barely skimmed the first line before the phone rang.
A video call.
Gabriel looked at the flashing screen, jaw tightening slightly. Tania wasn't going to let him go that easily.
