activities. “What’s up? Besides the fact that you’re out of jail.”
Her dad cleared his throat. “Well, it’s been a bit of a rough time.” Anna braced herself. This was a familiar pattern. “I can’t go back to dealing since that’s what they took me in for in the first place. I’ve been staying at your brother’s.”
“How’s that going?”
“It’s all right since he’s back on the inside.”
Anna put a hand to her forehead and shoved the second suitcase into the closet. “For what?” Her brother couldn’t keep himself out of jail.
“Grand theft auto. But that’s not the point. I need a little money to get by. Can’t have this place getting any bad marks on it while I’m here. If you could send me five or six hundred, that would be enough to—”
Anna hung up. Not again. Anna swiped hurriedly through the apps on her phone and blocked his phone number. No money. No guilt trips. Not this time. She’d spent so long trying to make everything okay in her family, but it wasn’t going to happen anymore. She was finished with all that.
“I hope I wasn’t gone too long.” Gabe’s voice startled her, sending her hand flying to her chest. She had no idea how much time had passed. “It’s time for family dinner and we’ve got to knock this one out of the park. My previous girlfriends made either no impression or a negative one, and I’m not sure why, but—wait, did you put away all the clothes?”
“I did.” She put a big smile on her face but saw concern flare in his eyes. “It was relaxing, if you can believe it.”
“I don’t.” Gabe went to the closet, opened it up, and pulled out a jacket. “Did something happen while I was gone?”
“Nothing. But I am surprised to find out you’re dressing so fancy for dinner. I can’t go wearing these pants. Give me thirty seconds.” Anna had an outfit in hand and on her body in far less time than she’d needed. In the bathroom, she ran a hand through her hair and gave herself a stern look in the mirror while she refreshed her makeup with a skilled hand. She was not going to slip up and let the false front of perfection drop. The stakes were high for Gabe and his family and she’d promised to do her best.
It had taken her years after she left home to figure out how to act like someone with money and poise, and it wasn’t going to crumble today. Not today. This wasn’t about a luxury vacation or relaxation. Anna had a point to prove, both to herself and to Gabe.
She swirled out of the bathroom, hands above her head. “How do I look?”
“Gorgeous.” His eyes moved down over her body and flicked away, the glance so short she thought she might have imagined it. “Dinner is down one floor in my grandmother’s apartment.”
“Lead the way.” Anna kept her chin up, tossing a lock of hair back over her shoulder, all while anxiety prickled in the pit of her stomach. If Gabe’s grandmother’s rooms were anything like the suite they were staying in, it would be a very fancy place. Anna was familiar with opulent hotels, but she mainly frequented the meeting rooms, not the private suites for the owners. On the next floor, her steps faltered.
Gabe squeezed her hand. “You did so great in the lobby.” The familiar tone grounded her. It was the same way he’d praised her after a productive meeting or a killer presentation. “And I’ll be right there next to you if you need anything.”
How close? She was so nervous she couldn’t quite believe it. And he was so comforting that she wondered who this man was she’d been working with all along. That man would never have squeezed her hand and coaxed her in to dinner. Anna took a deep breath and stood up straight, just as Gabe slid an arm around her waist and bent down to kiss her cheek.
“I’m a professional,” she murmured. “I won’t embarrass you at dinner. Or myself.” He nuzzled into her neck, planting light kisses on her skin. “Gabe...” She put one hand up around his neck. It felt so comfortable with him. So terribly easy. Not to mention out of view of his family. This couldn’t be part of their performance. “What are you doing?”
“Practicing for dinner.”
The words made sense, but she blushed deeply, heat spreading across her cheeks. Anna let herself sink into him—just for