“Gabriel, when I said there was something I needed to tell you, it’s this—you were right. You’ve met me before.” The fact that she went first thrills me. “I know,” I whisper, and she shivers as my breath ghosts over her neck. “You’re my Penelope.” “I am.” Her voice is filled with the same sort of hope that courses through me. I can’t help myself. I press my lips to her neck in the softest, barely there kiss. She trembles, and that’s all I need to know. “I’m Penny Jones.”
