CHAPTER 14

　　“Gabriel, what…” Graham asked the moment the front door closed, but I was already heading toward the staircase, my fingers tightening on my crumpled jacket.

　　“Not now,” I said in a strained voice and he must have sensed something more behind my words, because he didn’t say anything nor tried to follow. I could feel his eyes, though, watching me take two steps at a time until I disappeared down the corridor leading to my room.

　　The master bedroom was all the way to the back of the mansion, away from most of the guestrooms for more privacy and facing the spacious garden that blended with the surrounding trees that had been part of the property even before I had this place built. I had loved this place, the space, the feel, the sense of home, but at that moment, everything felt wrong.