Gabriel’s Inferno Trilogy by Sylvain Reynard Page 0,494

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Julia ignored the looks of incredulity and censure, glaring determinedly at Pacciani, whose face was a mask of fury.

He lunged toward Julia but was caught at the last moment by a woman who took hold of his arm with an iron grip.

“I’ve been looking for you.” Mrs. Pacciani scolded her husband, but not before giving Julianne a hostile glance.

Pacciani cursed in Italian, trying to shake off his wife.

“Let’s go.” Mrs. Pacciani tugged at her husband’s arm. “There are important people we need to speak to.”

With a threatening look, Pacciani turned and accompanied his wife to the hallway.

Julia watched their retreating backs with no little relief. And more than a little anger.

(Which effectively ruined her afterglow.)

“Darling?” Gabriel smiled as he entered the room, striding confidently in his tuxedo. As usual, all eyes were on him and his handsome form as he moved smoothly across the floor.

A few whispers were exchanged by some of the other couples as they watched Gabriel rejoin his wife.

His smile disappeared. “What’s wrong?”

Julia pursed her lips, trying to control her anger. “Professor Pacciani cornered me.”

“That bastard. Are you all right?” Gabriel placed a light hand on her shoulder.

“He offered an apology for Christa’s behavior in Oxford. I lost my temper and made a scene.”

“Really?” Gabriel squeezed her shoulder as he fought back a smirk. “Tell me more.”

Julia began to shake, the aftermath of a rush of adrenaline.

“I called him a misogynist and told him to go. And I pointed at him.” She lifted her index finger, staring at it in disbelief.

“Excellent.” Gabriel brought her index finger to his lips, where he kissed it.

She shook her head. “Not excellent. Embarrassing. Everyone heard me.”

“I doubt very much that anyone would blame you. The female guests probably despise him for his lechery, and the male guests probably despise him because he’s slept with their wives.”

“He wanted me to tell Katherine that he dealt with Christa. He’s after a job at Columbia and Katherine is a friend of the chair.”

“He’ll never get it,” Gabriel scoffed. “Katherine was Lucia Barini’s supervisor. She’s a friend of mine, as well. She’ll see through him.

“Perhaps Pacciani wants the job at Columbia in order to be with Christa.”

Julia appeared disgusted. “I wonder what his wife thinks about that.

“He also told me that he prevented you from having a tryst with her.”

“With whom?” Gabriel’s tone was sharp.

“Christa. He said you were going to meet her at her hotel, but that he distracted her. That’s why I lost my temper. I’m afraid the other guests heard everything.” She glanced around the room uncomfortably.

Gabriel cursed, shifting his gaze toward the door. Pacciani and his wife were nowhere to be seen.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Gabriel linked their hands and piloted her to a quiet corner. He looked over her shoulder to be sure that no one was eavesdropping.

He brought their faces close together, dropping his voice. “Christa propositioned me right before your lecture. I should have said something at the time, but I didn’t want to upset you.”

Julia gazed at him reproachfully. “And afterward?”

“I didn’t want to upset you.”

“Which is why you didn’t tell me about your secret conversation with Paul.”

A muscle jumped in Gabriel’s jaw, and he nodded.

Julia released his hand. “You should have told me.”

“Forgive me.”

“I’m not fragile. I can handle disturbing news.”

“You shouldn’t have to.”

Julia rolled her eyes heavenward, taking a moment to examine the gallery’s ceiling. “Gabriel, until we enter the next life, things will disturb us. It’s part of the human condition. When you keep things from me, it puts a wedge between us.” She gave him a look, heavy with meaning.

When he didn’t respond, she gestured to the room. “Others can exploit that wedge.”

He nodded, his expression tight.

“I think I deserve to know who is making a play for my husband. And when.” She arched an expectant eyebrow.

“Agreed.”

She watched him for a minute, taking in the expression in his eyes and the tightness around his lips. He looked very unhappy. But he also looked protective, and that was not a posture she wanted to disappear.

“You are going to tell me things, aren’t you?” Her voice grew soft.

“Yes.” He was being truthful, but they both knew he was holding on to his secrets. At least for the present.

“So,” she said brightly. “You’re forgiven. But since my good mood from my first foray into museum sex has been ruined, you’re going to have to fix that.”

Gabriel bowed, not taking his eyes off hers.

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